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To be strong is to be happy!
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A Lady with a Lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Perhaps the greatest lesson which the lives of literary men teach us is told in a single word* Wait!
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
She floats upon the river of his thoughts.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The prayer of Ajax was for light.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The great tragedy of the average man is that he goes to his grave with his music still in him.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
With useless endeavour Forever, forever, Is Sisyphus rolling His stone up the mountain!
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Prayer is innocence's friend; and willingly flieth incessant 'twist the earth and the sky, the carrier-pigeon of heaven.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
An angel visited the green earth, and took a flower away.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about; It is I that have grown old.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ne speaketh not; and yet there lies a conversation in his eyes.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
My designs and labors and aspirations are my only friends.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
These stars of earth, these golden flowers.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
All things come round to him who will but wait.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A solid man of Boston; A comfortable man with dividends, And the first salmon and the first green peas.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Does not all the blood within me
Leap to meet thee, leap to meet thee,
As the springs to meet the sunshine. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Leap to meet thee, leap to meet thee,
As the springs to meet the sunshine. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The young may die, but the old must!
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The poor too often turn away unheard, From hearts that shut against them with a sound That will be heard in heaven.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sang in tones of deep emotion Songs of love and songs of longing.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away Over the snowy peaks!
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Perseverance is a great element of success.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ah! What would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Would you learn the secret of the sea? Only those who brave its dangers, comprehend its mystery!
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
History casts its shadow far into the land of song.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Find us farther than today. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Find us farther than today. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Some poems are like the Centaurs
a mingling of man and beast, and begotten of Ixion on a cloud. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
a mingling of man and beast, and begotten of Ixion on a cloud. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tomorrow is the mysterious, unknown guest.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The picture that approaches sculpture nearest Is the best picture.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares!
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The twilight is sad and cloudy, The wind blows wild and free, And like the wings of sea-birds Flash the white caps of the sea.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
And the wind plays on those great sonorous harps, the shrouds and masts of ships.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The bravest are the tenderest.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The true poet is a friendly man. He takes to his arms even cold and inanimate things, and rejoices in his heart.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When we walk towards the sun of Truth, all shadows are cast behind us.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Nor deem the irrevocable Past
As wholly wasted, wholly vain,
If, rising on its wrecks, at last
To something nobler we attain. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
As wholly wasted, wholly vain,
If, rising on its wrecks, at last
To something nobler we attain. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A life that is worth writing at all is worth writing minutely.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ah, the souls of those that die Are but sunbeams lifted higher.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The twilight that surrounds the border-land of old romance.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
For next to being a great poet is the power of understanding one.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Dead he is not, but departed, for the artist never dies.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Make not thyself the judge of any man.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Music is the universal language of mankind.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Rule by patience, Laughing Water!
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Happy, thrice happy, every one Who sees his labor well begun, And not perplexed and multiplied, By idly waiting for time and tide!
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Give what you have to somebody, it may be better than you think.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The purpose of that apple tree is to grow a little new wood each year. That is what I plan to do.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
They, the holy ones and weakly,
Who the cross of suffering bore,
Folded their pale hands so meekly,
Spake with us on earth no more! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Who the cross of suffering bore,
Folded their pale hands so meekly,
Spake with us on earth no more! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet!
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Wondrous strong are the spells of fiction.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thinking the deed, and not the creed, Would help us in our utmost need.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Your silent tents of green
We deck with fragrant flowers;
Yours has the suffering been,
The memory shall be ours. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
We deck with fragrant flowers;
Yours has the suffering been,
The memory shall be ours. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees
Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
How like they are to human things!
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O thou sculptor, painter, poet! Take this lesson to thy heart: That is best which lieth nearest; Shape from that thy work of art.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow! Christ save us all from a death like this, On the reef of Norman's Woe!
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Being all fashioned of the self-same dust, let us be merciful as well as just
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Nothing useless is, or low; Each thing in its place is best; And what seems but idle show
Strengthens and supports the rest. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Strengthens and supports the rest. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Softly the evening came /with the sunset/.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Where, twisted round the barren oak,
The summer vine in beauty clung,
And summer winds the stillness broke,
The crystal icicle is hung. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The summer vine in beauty clung,
And summer winds the stillness broke,
The crystal icicle is hung. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
At first laying down, as a fact fundamental, That nothing with God can be accidental.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Beautiful in form and feature, lovely as the day, can there be so fair a creature formed of common clay?
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ripe in wisdom was he, but patient, and simple, and childlike.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There's not a ship that sails the ocean, But every climate, every soil, Must bring its tribute, great or small, And help to build the wooden wall!
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Love is a bodily shape; and Christian works are no more than animate faith and love, as flowers are the animate springtide.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Be thy sleep
Silent as night is, and as deep. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Silent as night is, and as deep. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest;
Home-keeping hearts are happiest. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Home-keeping hearts are happiest. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
But the great Master said, "I see
No best in kind, but in degree;
I gave a various gift to each,
To charm, to strengthen, and to teach". — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
No best in kind, but in degree;
I gave a various gift to each,
To charm, to strengthen, and to teach". — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
And, as she looked around, she saw how Death, the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Great is the art of beginning.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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
Camp-fires long consum'd and bones that bleach in the sunshine. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There are favorable hours for reading a book, as for writing it.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ambition's cradle oftenest is its grave
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Is this is a dream? O, if it be a dream, Let me sleep on, and do not wake me yet!
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Evil is only good perverted.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When a great man dies, for years the light he leaves behind him, lies on the paths of men.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There is no death! What seems so is transition; this life of mortal breath is but a suburb of the life elysian, whose portal we call Death.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
This is the place. Stand still, my steed,- Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy past The forms that once have been.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it;
Every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
One if by land, two if by sea.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Silence is a great peacemaker.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Day of the Lord, as all our days should be!
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By unseen hands uplifted in the light Of sunset, yonder solitary cloud Floats, with its white apparel blown abroad, And wafted up to heaven.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When Christ ascended Triumphantly from star to star He left the gates of Heaven ajar.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest!
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The world loves a spice of wickedness.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow