What seems to us but dim funeral tapers may be heaven's distant lamps. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Mercy more becomes a magistrate than the vindictive wrath which men call justice. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Compassion Copy Share Image
The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they, while their companions slept, were toiling… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Courtesy Copy Share Image
Buried was the bloody hatchet; Buried was the dreadful war-club; Buried were all warlike weapons, And the war-cry was forgotten. Then was… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Gorgeous flowerets in the sunlight shining, Blossoms flaunting in the eye of day, Tremulous leaves, with soft and silver lining, Buds that… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Beauty 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
I am the Angel of the Sun Whose flaming wheels began to run When God's almighty breath Said to the darkness and… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Almighty Copy Share Image
Chill air and wintry winds! My ear has grown familiar with your song; I hear it in the opening year, I listen,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
What child has a heart to sing in this capricious clime of ours, when spring comes sailing in from the sea, with… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
To-morrow! the mysterious, unknown guest, Who cries to me: "Remember Barmecide, And tremble to be happy with the rest." And I make… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Quotes about Life Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Art 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… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Beloved Copy Share Image
“Thus it is our daughters leave us, Those we love, and those who love us! Just when they have learned to help… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Children 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… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Age Copy Share Image
More and more do I feel, as I advance in life, how little we really know of each other. Friendship seems to… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
If the mind, that rules the body, ever so far forgets itself as to trample on its slave, the slave is never… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Body Copy Share Image
The emigrant's way o'er the western desert is mark'd by Camp-fires long consum'd and bones that bleach in the sunshine. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Southward with fleet of ice Sailed the corsair Death; Wild and fast blew the blast, And the east-wind was his breath. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Whenever nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Identity Copy Share Image
There is no death! What seems so is transition; this life of mortal breath is but a suburb of the life elysian,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Breaths Copy Share Image
Well I know the secret places, And the nests in hedge and tree; At what doors are friendly faces, In what hearts… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Then followed that beautiful season... Summer… Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Sail on ship of state, sail on, I union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, with all its hopes of… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Destiny Copy Share Image
Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are the happiest, For those that wander they know not where Are… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Care Copy Share Image
Your education begins where what is called your education is over. Your fate is but the common lot of all. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
'Tis always morning somewhere, and aboveThe awakening continents, from shore to shore,Somewhere the birds are singing evermore. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Awakening Copy Share Image
Sweet is the air with the budding haws, and the valley stretching for miles below Is white with blossoming cherry-trees, as if… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Many have genius, but, wanting art, are forever dumb. The two must go together to form the great poet, painter, or sculptor. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Art Copy Share Image
“ Fair was she and young, when in hope began the long journey; Faded was she and old, when in disappointment it ended.” — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Heart Copy Share Image
If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it; every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Adversity Copy Share Image
Stars of earth, these golden flowers; emblems of our own great resurrection; emblems of the bright and better land. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Astronomy Copy Share Image
Now to rivulets from the mountains Point the rods of fortune-tellers; Youth perpetual dwells in fountains, Not in flasks, and casks, and… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“Believe me, every man has his secret sorrows, which the world knows not; and oftimes we call a man cold when he… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The men that women marry, And why they marry them, will always be A marvel and a mystery to the world. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Ambition is so powerful a passion in the human breast, that however high we reach we are never satisfied. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Ambition Copy Share Image
There's not a ship that sails the ocean, But every climate, every soil, Must bring its tribute, great or small, And help… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Climate Copy Share Image
