Nature is a revelation of God; Art is a revelation of man — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Artist Copy Share Image
Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Freedom Copy Share Image
Love is sunshine, hate is shadow, Life is checkered shade and sunshine. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Checkered Copy Share Image
He looks the whole world in the face for he owes not any man. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
And in the wreck of noble lives Something immortal still survives. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Winter giveth the fields, and the trees so old, their beards of icicles and snow. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The market-place, the eager love of gain, Whose aim is vanity, and whose end is pain! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Know how sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Endurance Copy Share Image
Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood; as the Emperors signed their names in… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Age Copy Share Image
But ah! what once has been shall be no more! The groaning earth in travail and in pain Brings forth its races,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The spirit-world around this world of sense Floats like an atmosphere, and everywhere Wafts through these earthly mists and vapours dense A… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Every great poem is in itself limited by necessity, but in its suggestions unlimited and infinite. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The holiest of all holidays are those Kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart, When the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Ashes Copy Share Image
Look, then, into thine heart, and write! Yes, into Life's deep stream! All forms of sorrow and delight, All solemn Voices of… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Delight Copy Share Image
“There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion that if by chance it be shaken, or into… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Chance Copy Share Image
The history of the past is a mere puppet-show. A little man comes out and blows a little trumpet, and goes in… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
When thou are not pleased, beloved, Then my heart is sad and darkened, As the shining river darkens When the clouds drop… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Beloved Copy Share Image
Doubtless criticism was originally benignant, pointing out the beauties of a work rather that its defects. The passions of men have made… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
An enlightened mind is not hoodwinked; it is not shut up in a gloomy prison till it thinks the walls of its… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Awareness Copy Share Image
