Every man must patiently bide his time. He must wait -- not in listless idleness but in constant, steady, cheerful endeavors, always… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Alas! it is not till time, with reckless hand, has torn out half the leaves from the Book of Human Life to… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
I venerate old age; and I love not the man who can look without emotion upon the sunset of life, when the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Youth comes but once a life time. Perhaps, but it remains strong in many for their entire lives. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
We have not wings we cannot soar; but, we have feet to scale and climb, by slow degrees, by more and more,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
A handful of red sand from the hot clime Of Arab deserts brought, Within this glass becomes the spy of Time, The… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his… — 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
Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Trust no future, however pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act -- act in the living Present! Heart within and… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
It takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why you did it wrong. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams with its illusions, aspirations, dreams! Book of Beginnings, Story without End, Each maid a… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Think not because no man sees, such things will remain unseen. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
If spring came but once a century instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake and… — 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
