Nature Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Art is the child of Nature.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

These stars of earth, these golden flowers.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The natural alone is permanent.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Nature is a revelation of God; Art is a revelation of man

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

God sifted a whole nation that he might send choice grain over into this wilderness.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

They who live in history only seemed to walk the earth again.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Nature is a revelation of God; Art a revelation of man.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Burn, O evening hearth, and waken Pleasant visions, as of old! Though the house by winds be shaken, Safe I keep this…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

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

The Laws of Nature are just, but terrible. There is no weak mercy in them. Cause and consequence are inseparable and inevitable.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Whenever nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

All nature ... is a respiration Of the Spirit of God, who, in breathing hereafter Will inhale it into his bosom again,…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

All things are symbols: the external shows Of Nature have their image in the mind , As flowers and fruits and falling…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

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

And in despair I bowed my head; "There is no peace on earth," I said; "For hate is strong, And mocks the…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“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

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

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

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

So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest so…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Laws of Nature are just, but terrible. There is no weak mercy in them. Cause and consequence are inseparable and inevitable.…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“ The Arrow and the Song I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For,…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I shot an arrow into the air, it fell to earth, I knew not where.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

An angel visited the green earth, and took a flower away.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Prayer is innocence's friend; and willingly flieth incessant 'twist the earth and the sky, the carrier-pigeon of heaven.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

'Tis always morning somewhere, and aboveThe awakening continents, from shore to shore,Somewhere the birds are singing evermore.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it; every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Stars of earth, these golden flowers; emblems of our own great resurrection; emblems of the bright and better land.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow