Bell, thou soundest merrily, When the bridal party To the church doth hie! Bell, thou soundest solemnly, When, on Sabbath morning, Fields… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Bells Copy Share Image
It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about; It is I that have… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Age 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
Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship Let me be ever the first, the truest, the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Friendship Copy Share Image
I love the season well When forest glades are teeming with bright forms, Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell The coming of… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow April Copy Share Image
Do not condemn the judgment of another because it differs from your own. You may both be wrong. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
God is not dead; nor doth He sleep; ... The wrong shall fail, The right prevail, With peace on earth, good will… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Advent christmas Copy Share Image
The tragic element in poetry is like Saturn in alchemy, the Malevolent, the Destroyer of Nature ; but without it no… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Alchemy Copy Share Image
Oh, how beautiful is the summer night, which is not night, but a sunless, yet unclouded, day, descending upon earth with dews… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Beautiful Copy Share Image
Not chance of birth or place has made us friends, Being oftentimes of different tongues and nations, But the endeavor for the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Aspiration 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
“Great men die and are forgotten, Wise men speak; their words of wisdom Perish in the ears that hear them, Do not… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Great men 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
“ All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow, All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing, All… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Deep pain Copy Share Image
How wonderful is the human voice! It is indeed the organ of the soul. The intellect of man is enthroned visibly on… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
For in the night, unseen, a single warrior, In sombre harness mailed, Dreaded of man, and surnamed the Destroyer, The rampart wall… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Time, like a preacher in the days of the Puritans, turned the hour-glass on his high pulpit, the church belfry. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Church Copy Share Image
Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Art Copy Share Image
Where, twisted round the barren oak, The summer vine in beauty clung, And summer winds the stillness broke, The crystal icicle is… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow! Christ save us all from a death like this,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Christ Copy Share Image
Something the heart must have to cherish, Must love and joy and sorrow learn; Something with passion clasp, or perish And in… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Ashes Copy Share Image
It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Disappointed Copy Share Image
Live up to the best that is in you: Live noble lives, as you all may, in whatever condition you may find… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
We often excuse our own want of philanthropy by giving the name of fanaticism to the more ardent zeal of others. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Ardent Copy Share Image
“The purpose of that apple tree is to grow a little new wood each year. That is what I plan to do.” — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Flower 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 Angel Copy Share Image
Every author has the whole past to contend with; all the centuries are upon him. He is compared with Homer, Dante, Shakespeare,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Books Copy Share Image
O, though oft oppressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember only Such as these have lived… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Take this sorrow to thy heart and make it part of thee, and it shall nourish thee till thou art strong again. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Art Copy Share Image
I saw the long line of the vacant shore, The sea-weed and the shells upon the sand, And the brown rocks left… — 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
“Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Death Copy Share Image
Down sank the great red sun, and in golden, glimmering vapors Veiled the light of his face, like the Prophet descending from… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Torrent of light and river of air, Along whose bed the glimmering stars are seen, Like gold and silver sands in some… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The poor too often turn away unheard, From hearts that shut against them with a sound That will be heard in heaven. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
There is no flock, however watched and tended, but one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside howsoe'er defended, but has… — 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… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Great men Copy Share Image
Big words do not smite like war-clubs, Boastful breath is not a bow-string, Taunts are not so sharp as arrows, Deeds are… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Action Copy Share Image
How in the turmoil of life can love stand, Where there is not one heart, and one mouth and one hand. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Labor with what zeal we will, Something still remains undone, Something uncompleted still Waits the rising of the sun. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Forgiveness Copy Share Image
