Well I know the secret places, And the nests in hedge and tree; At what doors are friendly faces, In what hearts… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The holiest of holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Would you learn the secret of the sea? Only those who brave its dangers, comprehend its mystery! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
How can I tell the signals and the signs By which one heart another heart divines? How can I tell the many… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The life of woman is full of woe, Toiling on and on and on, With breaking heart, and tearful eyes, The secret… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
As great Pythagoras of yore, Standing beside the blacksmith's door, And hearing the hammers, as they smote The anvils with a different… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The secret studies of an author are the sunken piers upon which is to rest the bridge of his fame, spanning the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
I am more afraid of deserving criticism than of receiving it. I stand in awe of my own opinion. The secret demerits… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
In the lives of the saddest of us, there are bright days like this, when we feel as if we could take… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The holiest of all holidays are those Kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart, When the… — 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
