I do not love thee less for what is done, And cannot be undone. Thy very weakness Hath brought thee nearer to… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“And he saw a youth approaching, Dressed in garments green and yellow, Coming through the purple twilight, Through the splendor of the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
What discord we should bring into the universe if our prayers were all answered. Then we should govern the world and not… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
What discord should we bring into the universe if our prayers were all answered! Then we should govern the world, and not… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, our faith triumphant o’er our fears, are all with thee – are all with… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The Devil hinders me. You know I say Just what I think, and nothing more nor less, And, when I pray, my… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
O thou child of many prayers! Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares! Care and age come unawares! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The bells themselves are the best of preachers, Their brazen lips are learned teachers, From their pulpits of stone, in the upper… — 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
“ 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
I am weary of your quarrels, Weary of your wars and bloodshed, Weary of your prayers for vengeance, Of your wranglings and… — 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
