Stars Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

These stars of earth, these golden flowers.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Then stars arise, and the night is holy.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

There is no light in earth or heaven but the cold light of stars; and the first watch of night is given…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I dislike an eye that twinkles like a star. Those only are beautiful which, like the planets, have a steady lambent light,…

— 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

The sea hath its pearls The heaven hath its stars But my heart, my heart Has its love.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

When Christ ascended Triumphantly from star to star He left the gates of Heaven ajar.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The star of the unconquered will, He rises in my breast, Serene, and resolute, and still, And calm, and self-possessed.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Torrent of light and river of air, Along whose bed the glimmering stars are seen, Like gold and silver sands in some…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky…

— 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

Were a star quenched on high,For ages would its light,Still travelling downward from the sky,Shine on our mortal sight. So when a…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone. Shadows of…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Thus, seamed with many scars Bursting these prison bars, Up to its native stars My soul ascended! There from the flowing bowl…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow