You know I say just what I think, and nothing more and less. I cannot say one thing and mean another. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Inspirational Copy Share Image
For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Age 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 Hate Copy Share Image
Simplicity in character, in manners, in style; in all things the supreme excellence is simplicity. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Your silent tents of green We deck with fragrant flowers; Yours has the suffering been, The memory shall be ours. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Take them, O Death! and bear away Whatever thou canst call thine own! Thine image, stamped upon this clay, Doth give thee… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Bears 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… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Artist Copy Share Image
Nothing useless is, or low; Each thing in its place is best; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“If thou art worn and hard beset, With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget; If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Art 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 Devil Copy Share Image
I feel a kind of reverence for the first books of young authors. There is so much aspiration in them, so much… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Aspiration Copy Share Image
Mine is the Month of Roses; yes, and mine The Month of Marriages! All pleasant sights And scents, the fragrance of the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Blossoming Copy Share Image
Some critics are like chimney-sweepers; they put out the fire below, and frighten the swallows from their nests above; they scrape a… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
A stiff letter galls one like a stiff shirt collar -- whilst a sheet garnished here and there with a careless blot… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Calm Copy Share Image
Sculpture is more divine, and more like Nature, That fashions all her works in high relief, And that is Sculpture. This vast… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Animal 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
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
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
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
But the nearer the dawn the darker the night, And by going wrong all things come right. Things have been mended that… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
In what a forge and what a heat were shaped the anchors of thy hope! Fear not each sudden sound and shock;… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 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
Every man has a paradise around him till he sins, and the angel of an accusing conscience drives him from his Eden. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Since wars begin in the minds of men, it is in the minds of men that the defenses of peace must be… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Mind Copy Share Image
The grave itself is but a covered bridge, Leading from light to light, through a brief darkness! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow After death Copy Share Image
Man is always more than he can know of himself; consequently, his accomplishments, time and again, will come as a surprise to… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Success Copy Share Image
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
There is no light in earth or heaven but the cold light of stars; and the first watch of night is given… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Astronomy Copy Share Image
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Feminine Copy Share Image
