Behind the clouds is the sun still shining. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Above the clouds Copy Share Image
Wisely improve the Present. It is thine. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Fear of the future Copy Share Image
When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Three silences there are: the first of speech, the second of desire, the third of thought. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Aging Copy Share Image
In character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Character Copy Share Image
Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Character Copy Share Image
Oh, how short are the days! How soon the night overtakes us! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Night Copy Share Image
To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Crime Copy Share Image
“A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.” — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Boys Copy Share Image
Burn, O evening hearth, and waken Pleasant visions, as of old! Though the house by winds be shaken, Safe I keep this… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Dreams Copy Share Image
How beautiful the silent hour, when morning and evening thus sit together, hand in hand, beneath the starless sky of midnight! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Beautiful Copy Share Image
Maiden, that read'st this simple rhyme, Enjoy thy youth, it will not stay; Enjoy the fragrance of thy prime, For oh, it… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
This is the place. Stand still, my steed,- Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy past The forms that… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“Think of your woods and orchards without birds! Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beams As in an idiot's brain… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Destiny Copy Share Image
There rises the moon, broad and tranquil, through the branches of a walnut tree on a hill opposite. I apostrophize it in… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Agony Copy Share Image
Among the noblest in the land - Though man may count himself the least - That man I honor and revere, Who… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Beast Copy Share Image
Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon Like a magician extended his golden want o'er the landscape; Trinkling vapors… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Evening Copy Share Image
Look at this vigorous plant that lifts its head from the meadow, See how its leaves are turned to the north, as… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Compass Copy Share Image
Were a star quenched on high,For ages would its light,Still travelling downward from the sky,Shine on our mortal sight. So when a… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Age Copy Share Image
Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest art of all the arts. Painting and sculpture are but images, Are merely… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Architect Copy Share Image
I will be a man among men; and no longer a dreamer among shadows. Henceforth be mine a life of action and… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Action Copy Share Image
Perhaps there lives some dreamy boy, untaught In schools, some graduate of the field or street, Who shall become a master of… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Let us labor for an inward stillness-- An inward stillness and an inward healing. That perfect silence where the lips and heart… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Healing Copy Share Image
“The Children's Hour Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Castle Copy Share Image
The Laws of Nature are just, but terrible. There is no weak mercy in them. Cause and consequence are inseparable and inevitable.… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“With favoring winds, o'er sunlit seas, We sailed for the Hesperides, The land where golden apples grow; But that, ah! that was… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Long ago Copy Share Image
How absolute and omnipotent is the silence of night! And yet the stillness seems almost audible! From all the measureless depths of… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Absolutes Copy Share Image
In the lives of the saddest of us, there are bright days like this, when we feel as if we could take… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“ The Arrow and the Song I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
