I am more afraid of deserving criticism than of receiving it. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Criticism Copy Share Image
All was silent as before - All silent save the dripping rain. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, Kisses the blushing leaf. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Blushing Copy Share Image
As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn, so change of studies a dull brain. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Brain Copy Share Image
One half the world must sweat and groan that the other half may dream. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Dream Copy Share Image
I know not how it is, but during a voyage I collect books as a ship does barnacles. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Barnacles Copy Share Image
Sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow America Copy Share Image
“I hear the wind among the trees playing the celestial symphonies.” — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Trees Copy Share Image
A young critic is like a boy with a gun; he fires at every living thing he sees. He thinks only of… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Boys Copy Share Image
How far the gulf-stream of our youth may flow Into the arctic regions of our lives, Where little else than life itself… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Age Copy Share Image
In the mouths of many men soft words are like roses that soldiers put into the muzzles of their muskets on holidays. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Holiday Copy Share Image
Peace! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies! But beautiful as songs of… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Some poems are like the Centaurs--a mingling of man and beast, and begotten of Ixion on a cloud. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Beast Copy Share Image
Perhaps the greatest lesson which the lives of literary men teach us is told in a single word* Wait! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Lessons Copy Share Image
O gift of God! O perfect day: Whereon shall no man work, but play; Whereon it is enough for me, Not to… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
If you once understand an author's character, the comprehension of his writings becomes easy. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Books Copy Share Image
A coquette is a young lady of more beauty than sense, more accomplishments than learning, more charms not person than graces of… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Accomplishment Copy Share Image
The secret studies of an author are the sunken piers upon which is to rest the bridge of his fame, spanning the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Books Copy Share Image
Thus, seamed with many scars Bursting these prison bars, Up to its native stars My soul ascended! There from the flowing bowl… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The nimble lie Is like the second-hand upon a clock; We see it fly; while the hour-hand of truth Seems to stand… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Clock Copy Share Image
The student has his Rome, his Florence, his whole glowing Italy, within the four walls of his library. He has in his… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Antiques Copy Share Image
Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days That are no more, and shall… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Art is the child of Nature; yes, Her darling child, in whom we trace The features of the mother's face, Her aspect… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Art Copy Share Image
So disasters come not singly; But as if they watched and waited, Scanning one another's motions, When the first descends, the others… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The little I have seen of the world teaches me to look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger.… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Anger Copy Share Image
“ The Day is Done The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Beauty Copy Share Image
“Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sand… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Destiny Copy Share Image
Some feelings are quite untranslatable; no language has yet been found for them. They gleam upon us beautifully through the dim twilight… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Beauty Copy Share Image
Under the spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
There are two angels that attend unseen Each one of us, and in great books record Our good and evil deeds. He… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“ Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers,— Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they free… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Fear Copy Share Image
