“Unasked, Unsought, Love gives itself but is not bought” — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Next to being a great poet, is the power of understanding one — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
For next to being a great poet is the power of understanding one. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The heaven of poetry and romance still lies around us and within us. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“Straight between them ran the pathway, Never grew the grass upon it” — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining” — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
Many have genius, but, wanting art, are forever dumb. The two must go together to form the great poet, painter, or sculptor. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The true poet is a friendly man. He takes to his arms even cold and inanimate things, and rejoices in his heart. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The tragic element in poetry is like Saturn in alchemy, the Malevolent, the Destroyer of Nature ; but without it no… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Every great poem is in itself limited by necessity, but in its suggestions unlimited and infinite. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“Think of your woods and orchards without birds! Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beams As in an idiot's brain… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
O ye dead Poets, who are living still Immortal in your verse, though life be fled, And ye, O living Poets, who… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“Snow-flakes By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“ The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Perhaps the chief cause which has retarded the progress of poetry in America, is the want of that exclusive cultivation, which so… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sand… — 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
“The Children's Hour Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“ The Day is Done The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“ A Psalm of Life Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead… — 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… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Some poems are like the Centaurs--a mingling of man and beast, and begotten of Ixion on a cloud. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said; For ye are living poems, And all the rest… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“These are the woes of Slaves; They glare from the abyss; They cry, from unknown graves, "We are the Witnesses!” — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
All that is best in the great poets of all countries is not what is national in them, but what is universal. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Then read from the treasured volume the poem of thy choice, and lend to the rhyme of the poet the beauty of… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
O thou sculptor, painter, poet! Take this lesson to thy heart: That is best which lieth nearest; Shape from that thy work… — 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
