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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

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

Some poems are like the Centaurs
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

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

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

'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees
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

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

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

Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest;
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

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

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

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

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