Know how sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
A great sorrow, like a mariner's quadrant, brings the sun at noon down to the horizon, and we learn where we are… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
O Music! language of the soul, Of love, of God to man; Bright beam from heaven thrilling, That lightens sorrow's weight. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Take this sorrow to thy heart and make it part of thee, and it shall nourish thee till thou art strong again. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Trouble is the next best thing to enjoyment; there is no fate in the world so horrible as to have no share… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
All was ended now, the hope, and the fear and the sorrow, All the aching of the heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Look, then, into thine heart, and write! Yes, into Life's deep stream! All forms of sorrow and delight, All solemn Voices of… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Something the heart must have to cherish, Must love and joy and sorrow learn; Something with passion clasp, or perish And in… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Patience; accomplish thy labor; accomplish thy work of affection! Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike. Therefore accomplish thy… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you… — 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 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
Search man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
So disasters come not singly; But as if they watched and waited, Scanning one another's motions, When the first descends, the others… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The little I have seen of the world teaches me to look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger.… — 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
