Even He that died for us upon the cross, in the last hour, in the unutterable agony of death, was mindful of… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
But the great Master said, "I see No best in kind, but in degree; I gave a various gift to each, To… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
To charm, to strengthen, and to teach: these are the three great chords of might. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Perhaps the greatest lesson which the lives of literary men teach us is told in a single word* Wait! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Men are four; He who knows and knows not that he knows. He is asleep; wake him. He who knows not and… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
How can I teach your children gentleness and mercy to the weak, and reverence for life, which in its nakedness and excess,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, to some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth,… — 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
