Nature paints not; In oils, but frescoes the great dome of heaven; With sunsets, and the lovely forms of clouds; And flying… — 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
I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
To be infatuated with the power of one's own intellect is an accident which seldom happens but to those who are remarkable… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
An angel visited the green earth, and took a flower away. — 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
Nature is a revelation of God; Art is a revelation of man — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Even He that died for us upon the cross, in the last hour, in the unutterable agony of death, was mindful of… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Oh, how beautiful is the summer night, which is not night, but a sunless, yet unclouded, day, descending upon earth with dews… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The warriors that fought for their country, and bled, Have sunk to their rest; the damp earth is their bed; No stone… — 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
“Yes, Death brings us again to our friends. They are waiting for us, and we shall not long delay. They have gone… — 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
The morrow was a bright September morn; The earth was beautiful as if newborn; There was nameless splendor everywhere, That wild exhilaration… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“ The Arrow and the Song I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Art is the child of Nature; yes, Her darling child, in whom we trace The features of the mother's face, Her aspect… — 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
The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
But ah! what once has been shall be no more! The groaning earth in travail and in pain Brings forth its races,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Prayer is innocence's friend; and willingly flieth incessant 'twist the earth and the sky, the carrier-pigeon of heaven. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
How absolute and omnipotent is the silence of night! And yet the stillness seems almost audible! From all the measureless depths of… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
All nature ... is a respiration Of the Spirit of God, who, in breathing hereafter Will inhale it into his bosom again,… — 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
