Into each life some rain must fall, some days must be dark and dreary. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
It has done me good to be somewhat parched by the heat and drenched by the rain of life. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The sea hath its pearls The heaven hath its stars But my heart, my heart Has its love. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
My designs and labors and aspirations are my only friends. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Aspiration Copy Share Image
All your strength is in union, all your danger is in discord. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Danger Copy Share Image
Look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Anger Copy Share Image
Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Defeat Copy Share Image
The highest exercise of imagination is not to devise what has no existence, but rather to perceive what really exists, though unseen… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Art Copy Share Image
The star of the unconquered will, He rises in my breast, Serene, and resolute, and still, And calm, and self-possessed. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Architect Copy Share Image
My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Heart Copy Share Image
The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Ghosts Copy Share Image
All nature ... is a respiration Of the Spirit of God, who, in breathing hereafter Will inhale it into his bosom again,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
O holy trust! O endless sense of rest! Like the beloved John To lay his head upon the Saviour's breast, And thus… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Beloved Copy Share Image
Then read from the treasured volume the poem of thy choice, and lend to the rhyme of the poet the beauty of… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Beauty 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 Age Copy Share Image
Where should the scholar live? In solitude, or in society? in the green stillness of the country, where he can hear the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Patience; accomplish thy labor; accomplish thy work of affection! Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike. Therefore accomplish thy… — 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
No action, whether foul or fair, Is ever done, but it leaves somewhere A record, written by fingers ghostly, As a blessing… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Action Copy Share Image
After a day of cloud and wind and rain Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again, And touching all the darksome woods… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Men should soon make up their minds to be forgotten, and look about them, or within them, for some higher motive in… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Care Copy Share Image
There are things of which I may not speak; There are dreams that cannot die; There are thoughts that make the strong… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Dream Copy Share Image
Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
As I gaze upon the sea! All the old romantic legends, all my dreams, come back to me. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
They who live in history only seemed to walk the earth again. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Earth Copy Share Image
A life that is worth writing at all is worth writing minutely. — 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
There's nothing fair nor beautiful, but takes Something from thee, that makes it beautiful. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Beautiful Copy Share Image
“Unasked, Unsought, Love gives itself but is not bought” — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Classics Copy Share Image
They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Pain Copy Share Image
Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives whom we call dead. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Life Copy Share Image
The twilight that surrounds the border-land of old romance. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Borders Copy Share Image
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Angel Copy Share Image
An angel visited the green earth, and took a flower away. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Angel Copy Share Image
My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Beach Copy Share Image
Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Art Copy Share Image
The surest pledge of a deathless name Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Deathless Copy Share Image
Oh the long and dreary Winter! Oh the cold and cruel Winter! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Cold Copy Share Image
