“It takes less time to do something right than to explain why you did it wrong.” — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Time Copy Share Image
Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Art Copy Share Image
Our pleasures and our discontents, Are rounds by which we may ascend. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Discontent Copy Share Image
Often times we call a man [or woman] cold when he [or she] is only sad. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Cold Copy Share Image
“Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining” — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The story, from beginning to end, I found again in a heart of a friend. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Listen my children and you shall hear, Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Children Copy Share Image
I love an author the more for having been himself a lover of books. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Author Copy Share Image
Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the surface Is as the tossing buoy, that betrays where the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
For 'tis sweet to stammer one letter Of the Eternal's language; - on earth it is called Forgiveness! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Earth Copy Share Image
O thou child of many prayers! Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares! Care and age come unawares! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Age Copy Share Image
Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said; For ye are living poems, And all the rest… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Ballads Copy Share Image
O flower-de-luce, bloom on, and let the river Linger to kiss thy feet! O flower of song, bloom on, and make forever… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
A spirit of criticism, if indulged in, leads to a censoriousness of disposition that is destructive of all nobler feeling. The man… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Criticism Copy Share Image
I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Affection Copy Share Image
Would you learn the secret of the sea? Only those who brave its dangers, comprehend its mystery! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Brave Copy Share Image
Even He that died for us upon the cross, in the last hour, in the unutterable agony of death, was mindful of… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Agony Copy Share Image
Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Care Copy Share Image
If the great Captain of Plymouth is so very eager to wed me, Why does he not come himself, and take the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
What is time? The shadow on the dial, the striking of the clock, the running of the sand, day and night, summer… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
I do not love thee less for what is done, And cannot be undone. Thy very weakness Hath brought thee nearer to… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
All the means of action -- the shapeless masses -- the materials -- lie everywhere about us. What we need is the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Action Copy Share Image
Sail forth into the sea of life, O gentle, loving, trusting wife, And safe from all adversity Upon the bosom of that… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Adversity Copy Share Image
Morality without religion is only a kind of dead reckoning - an endeavor to find our place on a cloudy sea by… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Character Copy Share Image
There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellowed richness on the clustered trees, And, from a beaker full of richest dyes,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Ashes Copy Share Image
“Yes, Death brings us again to our friends. They are waiting for us, and we shall not long delay. They have gone… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Angels Copy Share Image
“How Beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Beautiful Copy Share Image
Ah, how wonderful is the advent of the Spring!—the great annual miracle… which no force can stay, no violence restrain, like love,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Advent Copy Share Image
“Still stands the forest primeval; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping.… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Brain Copy Share Image
“And he saw a youth approaching, Dressed in garments green and yellow, Coming through the purple twilight, Through the splendor of the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Prayer Copy Share Image
“ The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Darkness Copy Share Image
This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Accents Copy Share Image
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