Man is unjust, but God is just; and finally justice triumphs. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
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
For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The everyday cares and duties, which men call drudgery, are the weights and counterpoises of the clock of time, giving its pendulum… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
I will be a man among men; and no longer a dreamer among shadows. Henceforth be mine a life of action and… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
God sent his Singers upon earth With songs of sadness and of mirth, That they might touch the hearts of men, And… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
A coquette is a young lady of more beauty than sense, more accomplishments than learning, more charms not person than graces of… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
I promise myself great pleasure from my visit to England. You know I am to stay with Dickens while in London; and… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Every man has a paradise around him till he sins, and the angel of an accusing conscience drives him from his Eden. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellowed richness on the clustered trees, And, from a beaker full of richest dyes,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Often times we call a man [or woman] cold when he [or she] is only sad. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Look at this vigorous plant that lifts its head from the meadow, See how its leaves are turned to the north, as… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
God is not dead; nor doth He sleep; ... The wrong shall fail, The right prevail, With peace on earth, good will… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Some must follow and some command, through all are made oclay. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Weak minds make treaties with the passions they cannot overcome, and try to purchase happiness at the expense of principle; but the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Doubtless criticism was originally benignant, pointing out the beauties of a work rather that its defects. The passions of men have made… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
O Music! language of the soul, Of love, of God to man; Bright beam from heaven thrilling, That lightens sorrow's weight. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The history of the past is a mere puppet-show. A little man comes out and blows a little trumpet, and goes in… — 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
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
Perhaps the greatest lesson which the lives of literary men teach us is told in a single word* Wait! — 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