No man is so poor as that. As well might the mountain streamlets say they have nothing worth giving to the sea,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Give what you have. To some one, it may be better than you dare to think. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
If we love one another, nothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mischances may happen. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
We see but dimly through the mists and vapors; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
One half the world must sweat and groan that the other half may dream. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Our pleasures and our discontents, Are rounds by which we may ascend. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
To be seventy years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-crowned summit, and see behind you the deep valley… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
There are things of which I may not speak; There are dreams that cannot die; There are thoughts that make the strong… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Each day is a branch of the Tree of Life laden heavily with fruit. If we lie down lazily beneath it, we… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
What seems to us but dim funeral tapers may be heaven's distant lamps. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
In the life of every man there are sudden transitions of feeling, which seem almost miraculous. At once, as if some magician… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, Leads by the hand her little child to bed, Half willing, half reluctant… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Among the noblest in the land - Though man may count himself the least - That man I honor and revere, Who… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Every man must patiently bide his time. He must wait -- not in listless idleness but in constant, steady, cheerful endeavors, always… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
How far the gulf-stream of our youth may flow Into the arctic regions of our lives, Where little else than life itself… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
A word that has been said may be unsaid-it is but air. But when a deed is done, it cannot be undone,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
There are two angels that attend unseen Each one of us, and in great books record Our good and evil deeds. He… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
No man is so poor as to have nothing worth giving; as well might the mountain streamlets say they have nothing to… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Let us labor for an inward stillness-- An inward stillness and an inward healing. That perfect silence where the lips and heart… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Maiden, that read'st this simple rhyme, Enjoy thy youth, it will not stay; Enjoy the fragrance of thy prime, For oh, it… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Give what you have to somebody, it may be better than you think. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Live up to the best that is in you: Live noble lives, as you all may, in whatever condition you may find… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The natural alone is permanent. Fantastic idols may be worshipped for a while; but at length they are overturned by the continual… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
However things may seem, no evil thing is success and no good thing is failure. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The spring came suddenly, bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room, with a laugh and a shout and hands full… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
In old age our bodies are worn-out instruments, on which the soul tries in vain to play the melodies of youth. But because the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“ Endymion The rising moon has hid the stars; Her level rays, like golden bars, Lie on the landscape green, With shadows brown between.… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
There's nothing fair nor beautiful, but takes Something from thee, that makes it beautiful. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Nature paints not; In oils, but frescoes the great dome of heaven; With sunsets, and the lovely forms of clouds; And flying vapors. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“ Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers,— Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they free from Fear,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The trees are white with dust, that o'er their sleep Wave their broad curtains in the south-wind's breath, While underneath such leafy tents they… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Heights by great men reached and kept were not obtained by sudden flight but, while their companions slept, they were toiling upward in the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Ah, how skillful grows the hand That obeyeth Love's command! It is the heart, and not the brain, That to the highest doth attain,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Thus departed Hiawatha, Hiawatha the Beloved, In the glory of the sunset, In the purple mists of evening, To the regions of the home-wind,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
