The spring came suddenly, bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room, with a laugh and a shout and… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The life of woman is full of woe, Toiling on and on and on, With breaking heart, and tearful eyes, The secret… — 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
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
“Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
To-day, to-morrow, every day, to thousands the end of the world is close at hand. And why should we fear it? We… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
One half the world must sweat and groan that the other half may dream. — 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
There's nothing in this world so sweet as love. And next to love the sweetest thing is hate. — 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
Truly, this world can get on without us, if we would but think so. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Our ingress into the world Was naked and bare; Our progress through the world Is trouble and care. — 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
Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Under the spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Oh, what a glory doth this world put on, for him who with a fervent heart goes forth under the bright and… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Love is the root of creation; God's essence; worlds without number Lie in his bosom like children; he made them for this… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Round about what is, lies a whole mysterious world of might be, a psychological romance of possibilities and things that do not… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
The student has his Rome, his Florence, his whole glowing Italy, within the four walls of his library. He has in his… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The spirit-world around this world of sense Floats like an atmosphere, and everywhere Wafts through these earthly mists and vapours dense A… — 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
