Each morning sees some task begin, each evening sees it close. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Evening Copy Share Image
And when she was good she was very very good. But when she was bad she was horrid. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Good Copy Share Image
If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Bitter love Copy Share Image
The picture that approaches sculpture nearest Is the best picture. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Approach Copy Share Image
A sermon is no sermon in which I cannot hear the heartbeat. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Heart Copy Share Image
Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Back again Copy Share Image
Talk not of wasted affection - affection never was wasted. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Affection Copy Share Image
If we love one another, nothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mischances may happen. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Brotherhood Copy Share Image
Gorgeous flowerets in the sunlight shining, Blossoms flaunting in the eye of day, Tremulous leaves, with soft and silver lining, Buds that… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Beauty Copy Share Image
O thou sculptor, painter, poet! Take this lesson to thy heart: That is best which lieth nearest; Shape from that thy work… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Art Copy Share Image
How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams with its illusions, aspirations, dreams! Book of Beginnings, Story without End, Each maid a… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Aspiration 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 Causes Copy Share Image
Chill air and wintry winds! My ear has grown familiar with your song; I hear it in the opening year, I listen,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Air Copy Share Image
Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Anvil Copy Share Image
The emigrant's way o'er the western desert is mark'd by Camp-fires long consum'd and bones that bleach in the sunshine. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Bleach Copy Share Image
Love is the root of creation; God's essence; worlds without number Lie in his bosom like children; he made them for this… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Bosoms Copy Share Image
And in despair I bowed my head; "There is no peace on earth," I said; "For hate is strong, And mocks the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Bells Copy Share Image
That was the first sound in the song of love! Scarce more than silence is, and yet a sound. Hands of invisible… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Fate Copy Share Image
The trees are white with dust, that o'er their sleep Wave their broad curtains in the south-wind's breath, While underneath such leafy… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Breaths Copy Share Image
The things that have been and shall be no more, The things that are, and that hereafter shall be, The things that… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Departed Copy Share Image
The natural alone is permanent. Fantastic idols may be worshipped for a while; but at length they are overturned by the continual… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Fantastic Copy Share Image
The bells themselves are the best of preachers, Their brazen lips are learned teachers, From their pulpits of stone, in the upper… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Air Copy Share Image
The moon is hidden behind a cloud... On the leaves is a sound of falling rain... No other sounds than these I… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Behinds 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
I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Bereavement Copy Share Image
He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Greatness Copy Share Image
God sifted a whole nation that he might send choice grain over into this wilderness. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Choices Copy Share Image
Thou shalt learn The wisdom early to discern True beauty in utility. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Beauty Copy Share Image
