Perhaps the chief cause which has retarded the progress of poetry in America, is the want of that exclusive cultivation, which so… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
No man is so poor as that. As well might the mountain streamlets say they have nothing worth giving to the sea,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Truly, this world can go on without us, if we would but think so. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Give what you have. To some one, it may be better than you dare to think. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Let us, then, be what we are; speak what we think; and in all things keep ourselves loyal to truth. — 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
O little feet! that such long years Must wander on through hopes and fears, Must ache and bleed beneath your load; I,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Authors have a greater right than any copyright, though it is generally unacknowledged or disregarded. They have a right to the reader's… — 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
I am never indifferent, and never pretend to be, to what people say or think of my books. They are my children,… — 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
Truly, this world can get on without us, if we would but think so. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The motives and purposes of authors are not always so pure and high, as, in the enthusiasm of youth, we sometimes imagine.… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Thinking the deed, and not the creed, Would help us in our utmost need. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
You know I say just what I think, and nothing more and less. I cannot say one thing and mean another. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“Think of your woods and orchards without birds! Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beams As in an idiot's brain… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
No man is so poor as to have nothing worth giving; as well might the mountain streamlets say they have nothing to… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
What heart has not acknowledged the influence of this hour, the sweet and soothing hour of twilight, the hour of love, the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
An enlightened mind is not hoodwinked; it is not shut up in a gloomy prison till it thinks the walls of its… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
A young critic is like a boy with a gun; he fires at every living thing he sees. He thinks only of… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Think not because no man sees, such things will remain unseen. — 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
