A literary critic is a person who finds meaning in literature that the author didn't know was there. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Books Copy Share Image
It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“You judge yourself by what your capable of doing, while others judge you by what you have already done” — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Each day is a branch of the Tree of Life laden heavily with fruit. If we lie down lazily beneath it, we… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Great men Copy Share Image
Build today, then strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and secure. Shall tomorrow find its place. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Engineering Copy Share Image
Very hot and still the air was, Very smooth the gliding river, Motionless the sleeping shadows. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
A millstone and the human heart are driven ever round, If they have nothing else to grind, they must themselves be ground. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Driven Copy Share Image
Method is more important than strength, when you wish to control your enemies. By dropping golden beads near a snake, a crow… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
By unseen hands uplifted in the light Of sunset, yonder solitary cloud Floats, with its white apparel blown abroad, And wafted up… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Apparel Copy Share Image
If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow History Copy Share Image
At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach, A fisherman stood aghast, To see the form of a maiden fair, Lashed close to a… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Aghast Copy Share Image
I hear the wind among the trees Playing the celestial symphonies; I see the branches downward bent, Like keys of some great… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Youth, hope, and love: To build a new life on a ruined life, To make the future fairer than the past, And… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Whatever hath been written shall remain, Nor be erased nor written o'er again; The unwritten only still belongs to thee: Take heed,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Authorship Copy Share Image
Magnificent autumn! He comes not like a pilgrim, clad in russet weeds; not like a hermit, clad in gray; but like a… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Autumn Copy Share Image
Beautiful in form and feature, lovely as the day, can there be so fair a creature formed of common clay? — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Beautiful Copy Share Image
Ah, yes, the sea is still and deep, All things within its bosom sleep! A single step, and all is o'er, A… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, our faith triumphant o’er our fears, are all with thee – are all with… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Fear Copy Share Image
It is a beautiful trait in the lover's character, that they think no evil of the object loved. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Beautiful Copy Share Image
And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Death Copy Share Image
Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man's enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
We waste our best years in distilling the sweetest flowers of life into potions which, after all, do not immortalize, but only… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
A word that has been said may be unsaid-it is but air. But when a deed is done, it cannot be undone,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
O lovely eyes of azure, Clear as the waters of a brook that run Limpid and laughing in the summer sun! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
He had mittens, Minjekahwun, Magic mittens made of deer-skin; When upon his hands he wore them, He could smite the rocks asunder,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Deer Copy Share Image
They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast, And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Fame grows like a tree if it have the principle of growth in it; the accumulated dews of ages freshen its leaves. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Age Copy Share Image
As Unto the bow the the cord is , So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
That tree is very old, but I never saw prettier blossoms on it than it now bears. That tree grows new wood… — 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 Discord Copy Share Image
Shepherds at the grange, Where the Babe was born, Sang with many a change, Christmas carols until morn. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The day is done; and slowly from the scene the stooping sun upgathers his spent shafts, and puts them back into his… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Care Copy Share Image
Does not all the blood within me Leap to meet thee, leap to meet thee, As the springs to meet the sunshine. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
