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384 Inspiring Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  • Last updated Jul 26 2021

Welcome to our collection of quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

Wikipedia Summary for Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (February 27, 1807 – March 24, 1882) was an American poet and educator whose works include "Paul Revere's Ride", The Song of Hiawatha, and Evangeline. He was the first American to translate Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy and was one of the Fireside Poets from New England.

Longfellow was born in Portland, Maine, which was then still part of Massachusetts. He studied at Bowdoin College and became a professor at Bowdoin and later at Harvard College after spending time in Europe. His first major poetry collections were Voices of the Night (1839) and Ballads and Other Poems (1841). He retired from teaching in 1854 to focus on his writing, and he lived the remainder of his life in the Revolutionary War headquarters of George Washington in Cambridge, Massachusetts.

His first wife Mary Potter died in 1835 after a miscarriage. His second wife Frances Appleton died in 1861 after sustaining burns when her dress caught fire. After her death, Longfellow had difficulty writing poetry for a time and focused on translating works from foreign languages. He died in 1882.

Longfellow wrote many lyric poems known for their musicality and often presenting stories of mythology and legend. He became the most popular American poet of his day and had success overseas. He has been criticized by some, however, for imitating European styles and writing specifically for the masses.

library shelf near black wooden ladder

But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

white pampas grasses near body of water at daytime

Dead he is not, but departed, for the artist never dies.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

blue and white striped textile

Well I know the secret places, And the nests in hedge and tree; At what doors are friendly faces, In what hearts are thoughts of me.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


Arizona landscape

There's nothing in this world so sweet as love. And next to love the sweetest thing is hate.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

brown brick wall photography

People demand freedom only when they have no power.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

green and blue chevron textile

He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

bonfire in forest

Commissioned by high-thundering Zeus, to lead a maiden to Prometheus, in his tower.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

man in black and white striped shirt sitting on brown rock during daytime

Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

four handheld gardening tools on rack

There are favorable hours for reading a book, as for writing it.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

white desk lamp beside green plant

Decide not rashly. The decision made
Can never be recalled. The gods implore not,
Plead not, solicit not; they only offer
Choice and occasion, which once being passed
Return no more. Dost thou accept the gift?

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

brown, black, and white butterfly on purple petaled flower photo

For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

gray and white bird on red and yellow leaves

Into each life some rain must fall.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Longer Version:

Into each life some rain must fall, some days be dark and dreary.


toddlers standing outdoors

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

closeup photo of sunflower

The rapture of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

white and blue ice in water

Youth wrenches the sceptre from old age, and sets the crown on its own head before it is entitled to it.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

photo of brown parquet

The sunshine fails, the shadows grow more dreary,
And I am near to fall, infirm and weary.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

black bird flying on white background

The Wreck of the Hesperus But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

yellow and white abstract painting

We have not wings we cannot soar; but, we have feet to scale and climb, by slow degrees, by more and more, the cloudy summits of our time.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

yellow sunflower under blue sky during daytime

Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

trees on forest with sun rays

The twilight that surrounds the border-land of old romance.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

landscape photography of waves and clouds

It is a beautiful trait in the lover's character, that they think no evil of the object loved.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

silhouette of tree during sunset

If the mind, that rules the body, ever so far forgets itself as to trample on its slave, the slave is never generous enough to forgive the injury, but will rise and smite the oppressor.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

sunflower with clear glass vase on gray table

There are things of which I may not speak; There are dreams that cannot die; There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak, And bring a pallor into the cheek, And a mist before the eye.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

photo of pine trees

Your silent tents of green
We deck with fragrant flowers;
Yours has the suffering been,
The memory shall be ours.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

grayscale photography of mountain surrounded by trees

The Nile, forever new and old, Among the living and the dead, Its mighty, mystic stream has rolled.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



red textile in close up photography

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

closeup photo of sunflower

The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

forest with tall and green trees during daytime

Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

silhouette of woman hugging mna under starry night sky

What child has a heart to sing in this capricious clime of ours, when spring comes sailing in from the sea, with wet and heavy cloud-sails and the misty pennon of the east-wind nailed to the mast.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

brown wooden bridge beside green leafed trees during daytime

Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

selective focus photography of stones on sand

One if by land, two if by sea.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

pink flower

There's nothing fair nor beautiful, but takes Something from thee, that makes it beautiful.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

man in black jacket and pants jumping on white rock

Know how sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


green grass field

The holiest of all holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; the secret anniversaries of the heart.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

shallow focus photography of brown parquet flooring

Each morning sees some task begin, each evening sees it close.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Longer Version:

Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.


brown tree on surrounded by brown grass during golden hour

Joy and temperance and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

pink, red, and black digital wallpaper

I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



silhouette of man and woman during sunset

Sail on ship of state, sail on, I union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, with all its hopes of future years, is hanging on thy fate!

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

empty gray floor beside pool

Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

body of water under blue sky with stars

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


high-angle photography of beach side

No action, whether foul or fair, Is ever done, but it leaves somewhere A record, written by fingers ghostly, As a blessing or a curse, and mostly In the greater weakness or greater strength Of the acts which follow it.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

close-up photo of two men shaking hands near beach at sunset

Straight between them ran the pathway,
Never grew the grass upon it.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

road between yellow leaf trees at daytime

No endeavour is in vain; Its reward is in the doing.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

water on seashore

I love the season well When forest glades are teeming with bright forms, Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell The coming of storms.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

sunset

Ah, the souls of those that die Are but sunbeams lifted higher.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

gray cactus plant on white pot

Chill air and wintry winds! My ear has grown familiar with your song; I hear it in the opening year, I listen, and it cheers me long.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

trees on forest with sun rays

The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

gray elephant

I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


silhoutte of mountains during sunset

From labor there shall come forth rest.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

red textile in close up photography

Prayer is innocence's friend; and willingly flieth incessant 'twist the earth and the sky, the carrier-pigeon of heaven.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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In December ring Every day the chimes; Loud the gleemen sing In the streets their merry rhymes. Let us by the fire Ever higher Sing them till the night expire!

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

clear blue sea under blue sky

Nature is a revelation of God; Art a revelation of man.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

brown and gray floral textile

The star of the unconquered will, He rises in my breast, Serene, and resolute, and still, And calm, and self-possessed.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

sunset

A feeling of sadness and longing, that is not akin to pain, and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

low angle view of blue clouds

Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

None

In the long, sleepless watches of the night, A gentle face the face of one long dead Looks at me from the wall, where round its head The night-lamp casts a halo of pale light.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

green ceramic mug on wooden desk

If you once understand an author's character, the comprehension of his writings becomes easy.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


stars across the sky view at the desert

O weary hearts! O slumbering eyes! O drooping souls, whose destinies Are fraught with fear and pain, Ye shall be loved again.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

body of water during daytime

But the good deed, through the ages Living in historic pages, Brighter grows and gleams immortal, Unconsumed by moth or rust.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

black bare tree under blue sky

Sang in tones of deep emotion Songs of love and songs of longing.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

silhouette of person's hands forming heart

Thou shalt learn
The wisdom early to discern
True beauty in utility.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

silhouette of man looking towards left

In youth all doors open outward; in old age all open inward.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow





leafless tree

Be strong! Be good! Be pure!
The right only shall endure;
And all things else are but false pretenses.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

brown and black tiger near body of water

There are no birds in last year's nest.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

person holding dried beans

Be thy sleep
Silent as night is, and as deep.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

black and white window illustration

The air is full of farewells to the dying. And mournings for the dead.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

white stars cutout on black surface with red string

Ripe in wisdom was he, but patient, and simple, and childlike.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

rainbow

A thought often makes us hotter than a fire.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

sunset

It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

man and woman in cowboy hat

The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

person standing on rock formation during daytime

And the bright faces of my young companions
Are wrinkled like my own, or are no more.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

pink-petaled rose flower

The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

orange abstract painting

A sermon is no sermon in which I cannot hear the heartbeat.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

clear liquid on leaf

Music is the universal language of mankind.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


photo of brown wood slab

The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

None

If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

selective focus photography of grey coin operated telescope

Love gives itself; it is not bought.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

shallow focus photo of green leaves

Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

red and black floral textile

A word that has been said may be unsaid -- it is but air. But when a deed is done, it cannot be undone, nor can our thoughts reach out to all the mischiefs that may follow.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

silhoutte of mountains during sunset

These stars of earth, these golden flowers.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


Arizona landscape rocks

At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach,
A fisherman stood aghast,
To see the form of a maiden fair,
Lashed close to a drifting mast.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

water on seashore

Ah, yes, the sea is still and deep, All things within its bosom sleep! A single step, and all is o'er, A plunge, a bubble, and no more.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



white petaled flower bloom during daytime

The human voice is the organ of the soul.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

body of water

Each new epoch in life seems an encounter. There is a tussle and a cloud of dust, and we come out of it triumphant or crest-fallen, according as we have borne ourselves.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

white wall paint with black line

White swan of cities slumbering in thy nest ... White phantom city, whose untrodden streets Are rivers, and whose pavements are the shifting Shadows of the palaces and strips of sky.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

brown sand under blue sky during daytime

Authors must not, like Chinese soldiers, expect to win victories by turning somersets in the air.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

cup of latte on table

Resolve and thou art free.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

shoreline during golden hour

So nature deals with us, and takes away our play things one by one, and by the hand leads us to rest.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

lion on green grass during golden hour

The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

brown and gray mountains during daytime

For next to being a great poet is the power of understanding one.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


blue rose in close up photography

Races, better than we, have leaned on her wavering promise,
Having naught else but Hope.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


sunset

Would you learn the secret of the sea? Only those who brave its dangers, comprehend its mystery!

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

silver round analog wall clock

Stars of earth, these golden flowers; emblems of our own great resurrection; emblems of the bright and better land.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

empty concrete road covered surrounded by tall tress with sun rays

If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning!

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

red strawberry fruit on red surface

Man is always more than he can know of himself; consequently, his accomplishments, time and again, will come as a surprise to him.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


blue and white floral textile

Kind messages, that pass from land to land; Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history, In which we feel the pressure of a hand, -- One touch of fire, -- and all the rest is mystery!

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

pink cherry blossom tree under blue sky during daytime

Then followed that beautiful season... Summer.... Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

photo of giraffe

I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls The burial-ground God's-Acre! It is just; It consecrates each grave within its walls, And breathes a benison o'er the sleeping dust.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


man sitting on wooden bench near black metal railings

All was ended now, the hope, and the fear and the sorrow,

All the aching of the heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing,

All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience!

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


photo of giraffe

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

woman in white and black stripe long sleeve shirt standing beside brown concrete building during daytime

What shall I say to you? What can I say Better than silence is?

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

photo of underwater

All things must change to something new, to something strange.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

black pug puppy

From the waterfall he named her, Minnehaha, Laughing Water.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

black pug puppy lying on gray bed

For bells are the voice of the church; They have tones that touch and search The hearts of young and old.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

person wearing black top

Hope has as many lives as a cat or a king.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

white rose enclosed photograph

Youth, hope, and love: To build a new life on a ruined life, To make the future fairer than the past, And make the past appear a troubled dream.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

litter of dogs fall in line beside wall

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 tents they keep The long, mysterious Exodus of Death.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

red and black floral textile

The tragic element in poetry is like Saturn in alchemy, — the Malevolent, the Destroyer of Nature ; but without it no true Aurum Potabile, or Elixir of Life, can be made.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

purple textile with white line

The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

two women making peace sign near the Golden Gate bridge

The sea hath its pearls
The heaven hath its stars
But my heart, my heart
Has its love.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

man and woman kissing

Everyone says that forgiveness is a lovely idea until he has something to forgive.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow




coconut tree near body of water

Multitudinous echoes awoke and died in the distance... . And, when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


man riding on white horse on the hill

Big words do not smite like war-clubs, Boastful breath is not a bow-string, Taunts are not so sharp as arrows, Deeds are better things than words are, Actions mightier than boastings.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

glass window pane with yellow concrete wall

The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness, the taste and stain from the lees of the vat.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

blue sky and white clouds

The secret studies of an author are the sunken piers upon which is to rest the bridge of his fame, spanning the dark waters of oblivion. They are out of sight, but without them no superstructure can stand secure.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



painting of man walking down a road holding umbrella

Let us be merciful as well as just.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


landscape photo of waters, mountains, and black clouds

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

red moon at night

The rocky ledge runs far into the sea, And on its outer point, some miles away, The Lighthouse lifts its massive masonry, A pillar of fire by night, of cloud by day.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

starry night over butte

Great is the art of beginning, but even greater is the art of ending.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

nebulas

Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


white desk lamp beside green plant

Among the noblest in the land -- Though man may count himself the least -- That man I honor and revere, Who without favor, without fear, In the great city dares to stand, The friend of every friendless beast.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

sunflower field during daytime

To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

brown and gray floral textile

Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate; still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



sunset

God's illumined promise.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

brown and white long coated small dog lying on green grass

The nearer the dawn the darker the night.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



calm ocean

The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well, and doing well whatever you do without thought of fame. If it comes at all it will come because it is deserved, not because it is sought after.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

crescent moon above mountain

How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and the heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,
How beautiful is the rain!

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

brown rock formation on body of water during daytime

And in the wreck of noble lives Something immortal still survives.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


A white stripe pattern made up of concrete facade ribs

There is no light in earth or heaven but the cold light of stars; and the first watch of night is given to the red planet Mars.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

black and gray floral textile

No one is so accursed by fate, no one so utterly desolate, but some heart though unknown responds unto his own.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

aerial photography of mountain range covered with snow under white and blue sky at daytime

My soul is full of longing for the secrets of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

brown and black train track in between trees phtoography

A boy's will is the wind's will.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Longer Version:

A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.


river in the middle of green and yellow mountains

In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

brown wooden board

The evening came.--The setting sun stretched his celestial rods of light across the level landscape, and like the miracle in Egypt, smote the rivers, the brooks, and the ponds, and they became as blood.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

dog on pier at water

My designs and labors and aspirations are my only friends.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

red textile on brown wooden table

Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood; as the Emperors signed their names in green ink when under age, but when of age, in purple.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

lightning strike at night

How in the turmoil of life can love stand,
Where there is not one heart, and one mouth and one hand.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

purple flowers under sunny sky

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

sunset

The day is done; and slowly from the scene the stooping sun upgathers his spent shafts, and puts them back into his golden quiver!

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


selective focus photo of iceberg on large body of water at winter

Youth comes but once a life time. Perhaps, but it remains strong in many for their entire lives.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

green leaf tree on shore

I will be a man among men; and no longer a dreamer among shadows.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

empty gray floor beside pool

A handful of red sand from the hot clime
Of Arab deserts brought,
Within this glass becomes the spy of Time,
The minister of Thought.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

sunset

The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, Kisses the blushing leaf.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

white flower

Music is the language spoken by angels.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

two gray pencils on yellow surface

The things that have been and shall be no more, The things that are, and that hereafter shall be, The things that might have been, and yet were not, The fading twilight of joys departed.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

sunset forest

Into a world unknown,-the corner-stone of a nation!

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

brown and gray brick wall

Many readers judge of the power of a book by the shock it gives their feelings -- as some savage tribes determine the power of muskets by their recoil; that being considered best which fairly prostrates the purchaser.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

None

Buried was the bloody hatchet; Buried was the dreadful war-club; Buried were all warlike weapons, And the war-cry was forgotten. Then was peace among the nations.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

high-angle photography of mountain at sunset

However things may seem, no evil thing is success and no good thing is failure.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

person holding white book

Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of heaven, and Evening stooped down to unloose the latchets of his sandal shoon.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

green trees under white sky during daytime

All sense of hearing and of sight enfold in the serene delight and quietude of sleep.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

None

Oh, what a glory doth this world put on, for him who with a fervent heart goes forth under the bright and glorious sky, and looks on duties well performed, and days well spent.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

white brick wall planning

Even the blackest of them all, the crow,
Renders good service as your man-at-arms,
Crushing the beetle in his coat of mail.
And crying havoc on the slug and snail.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

coconut tree near body of water

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

desert under blue skies

For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

fawn pug lying on gray blanket

My Book and Heart Shall never part.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

river painting

The country is not priest-ridded, but press-ridden.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

pink petaled flowers under trees at daytime

Simplicity in character, in manners, in style; in all things the supreme excellence is simplicity.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

person on road at sunset

If you would hit the mark at long range, you must aim a little above it: Every arrow that flies feels the pull of the earth.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


man in blue jacket and blue pants carrying black and red backpack standing on snow covered

Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man's enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

bird's eye view photography of trees and body of water

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

green trees beside body of water during daytime

The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

silhouette of man standing on hill during starry night

The greatest grace of a gift, perhaps, is that it anticipates and admits of no return.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

person holding sunflower

Gone are the living, but the dead remain, And not neglected; for a hand unseen, Scattering its bounty like a summer rain, Still keeps their graves and their remembrance green.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

fine trees waving

The lamps are lit, the fires burn bright. The house is full of life and light.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

red textile on brown wooden table

I saw the long line of the vacant shore, The sea-weed and the shells upon the sand, And the brown rocks left bare on every hand, As if the ebbing tide would flow no more.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



white stars in the sky during night time

A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

green lizard

All things come round to him who will but wait.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

red textile in close up photography

Many have genius, but, wanting art, are forever dumb. The two must go together to form the great poet, painter, or sculptor.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

three person looking stars and milky way

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know it has begun.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

snow covered mountain under blue sky during daytime

'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees; Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

withered tree surrounded with snow during daytime

While the brown ale he quaffed, loud then the champion laughed.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

silhouette of person on top of mountain pointing flashlight on sky filled with stars at night time

Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


sunset

Life is the gift of God, and is divine.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

yellow flower field near bare trees during daytime

It was a high counsel that I once heard given to a young person, -- always do what you are afraid to do.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

grayscale photography of mountain surrounded by trees

Very hot and still the air was, Very smooth the gliding river, Motionless the sleeping shadows.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


person holding white book

Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the surface Is as the tossing buoy, that betrays where the anchor is hidden.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

forest at daytime

Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

brown mountains under blue sky

Let him not boast who puts his armor on as he who puts it off, the battle done.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

silhouette of flying bird

That tree is very old, but I never saw prettier blossoms on it than it now bears. That tree grows new wood each year. Like that apple tree, I try to grow a new little wood each year.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

silver round analog wall clock

Sculpture is more than painting. It is greater To raise the dead to life than to create Phantoms that seem to live.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


sunset

Art is the child of Nature.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Longer Version:

Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.



yellow and white abstract painting

Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
For the lesson thou hast taught!
Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes must be wrought.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

man in black and white striped shirt sitting on brown rock during daytime

O beautiful, awful summer day, what hast thou given, what taken away?

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

long exposure photography of lights

Sweet is the air with the budding haws, and the valley stretching for miles below
Is white with blossoming cherry-trees, as if just covered with lighted snow.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


white petaled flower

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

eyeglasses in bokeh photography

Welcome, my old friend, Welcome to a foreign fireside.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


None

Bell, thou soundest merrily, When the bridal party To the church doth hie! Bell, thou soundest solemnly, When, on Sabbath morning, Fields deserted lie!

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

body of water

A Lady with a Lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


None

Work is my recreation,
The play of faculty; a delight like that
Which a bird feels in flying, or a fish
In darting through the water, -- Nothing more.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

sunset

The Mormons make the marriage ring, like the ring of Saturn, fluid, not solid, and keep it in its place by numerous satellites.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

gray concrete painted wall

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

blue and white painted wall

A great sorrow, like a mariner's quadrant, brings the sun at noon down to the horizon, and we learn where we are on the sea of life.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

pink and white flowers in tilt shift lens

Every man has his secret sorrows.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Longer Version:

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.


brown houses in front of hill under starry night

Our pleasures and our discontents, Are rounds by which we may ascend.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

aerial photo of foggy mountains

For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

green leaf

Death is the chillness that precedes the dawn; We shudder for a moment, then awake In the broad sunshine of the other life.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

body of water under blue sky with stars

By the shore of Gitche Gumee,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
At the doorway of his wigwam,
In the pleasant Summer morning,
Hiawatha stood and waited.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A white stripe pattern made up of concrete facade ribs

All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

woman holding Pug puppy

Day of the Lord, as all our days should be!

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


silhouette of a woman with pink and purple sky

A coquette is a young lady of more beauty than sense, more accomplishments than learning, more charms not person than graces of mind, more admirers than friends, mole fools than wise men for attendants.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

sunflowers

Don't cross the bridge until you come to it.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

icy mountain scenery

As Unto the bow the the cord is ,
So unto the man is woman;
Though she bends him, she obeys him,
Though she draws him , yet she follows:
Useless each without the other.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

white and yellow flowers during daytime

We are all architects of faith, ever living in these walls of time.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

leafless tree on snow covered ground

The atmosphere breathes rest and comfort, and the many chambers seem full of welcomes.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

cowboy on horseback herding

I love thee, as the good love heaven.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

boy standing on grass and facing fence during daytime

The grave is but a covered bridge, leading from light to light, through a brief darkness.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

None

All these thoughts of love and strife
Glimmered through his lurid life,
As the stars' intenser light
Through the red flames o'er him trailing,
As his ships went sailing, sailing,
Northward in the summer night.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


yellow green leaf

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

band performing on stage in front of people

When you ask one friend to dine, Give him your best wine! When you ask two, The second best will do!

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

water on seashore

Round about what is, lies a whole mysterious world of might be, a psychological romance of possibilities and things that do not happen.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


fire near trees

Behind the clouds is the sun still shining.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

orange petaled flowers

The greatest firmness is the greatest mercy.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

sunset

He speaketh not; and yet there lies a conversation in his eyes.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

high-angle photography of beach side

Don Quixote thought he could have made beautiful bird-cages and toothpicks if his brain had not been so full of ideas of chivalry. Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

green and white bird on black wire during daytime

Dreams or illusions, call them what you will, they lift us from the commonplace of life to better things.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

desert under blue skies

All nature ... is a respiration Of the Spirit of God, who, in breathing hereafter Will inhale it into his bosom again, So that nothing but God alone will remain.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A stack of thick folders on a white surface

Many a poem is marred by a superfluous verse.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

brown humming bird flying in mid air

Great men stand like solitary towers in the city of God.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

stars across the sky view at the desert

How far the gulf-stream of our youth may flow
Into the arctic regions of our lives,
Where little else than life itself survives.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

closeup photo of orange petaled flowers

Art is long, and Time is fleeting.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

yellow and black striped background

Magnificent autumn! He comes not like a pilgrim, clad in russet weeds; not like a hermit, clad in gray; but like a warrior with the stain of blood in his brazen mail.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

green moss on brown tree trunk

All your strength is in union, all your danger is in discord.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Longer Version:

All your strength in is your union. All your danger is in discord.

Therefore be at peace henceforward, And as brothers live together.


blue wall

Nothing that is can pause or stay;
The moon will wax, the moon will wane,
The mist and cloud will turn to rain,
The rain to mist and cloud again,
Tomorrow be today.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

None

O little feet! that such long years Must wander on through hopes and fears, Must ache and bleed beneath your load; I, nearer to the wayside inn Where toil shall cease and rest begin, Am weary, thinking of your road!

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

houses and trees during nighttime

As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

sunset

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

None

With useless endeavour Forever, forever, Is Sisyphus rolling His stone up the mountain!

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow




closeup photo of lounger chairs and beach umbrellas

Trust no future, however pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act -- act in the living Present! Heart within and God overhead.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

pink umbrella

Being all fashioned of the self-same dust, let us be merciful as well as just.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

grayscale photo of pug on floor

The thoughts of Youth are long, long thoughts.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

tilt shift lens pink fetal flowers

The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,
And all the sweet serenity of books.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

aerial photography of forest

O lovely eyes of azure, Clear as the waters of a brook that run Limpid and laughing in the summer sun!

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

dog on pier at water

And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

pet dog sitting down on snow

Let the dead Past bury its dead!

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



green leafed vegetable on brown wooden surface

An enlightened mind is not hoodwinked; it is not shut up in a gloomy prison till it thinks the walls of its dungeon the limits of the universe, and the reach of its own chain the outer verge of intelligence.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

white wall paint with white paint

The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveler to the shore,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

leafless tree under gray sky

I do not love thee less for what is done,

And cannot be undone. Thy very weakness

Hath brought thee nearer to me, and henceforth

My love will have a sense of pity in it,

Making it less a worship than before.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

brown and white butterfly on purple petaled flower

The hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

person sitting on black surface looking to sky

All was silent as before -- All silent save the dripping rain.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

brown sands

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

brown and white bird on tree branch

The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

people in the street painting

Learn to labour and to wait.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

pink and white abstract painting

Think of your woods and orchards without birds! Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beams As in an idiot's brain remembered words Hang empty 'mid the cobwebs of his dreams!

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

brown mountains under blue sky

Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

man standing on cliff under white sky

Love contending with friendship, and self with each generous impulse.
To and fro in his breast his thoughts were heaving and dashing,
As in a foundering ship.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

snow covered pine trees

Not chance of birth or place has made us friends, Being oftentimes of different tongues and nations, But the endeavor for the selfsame ends, With the same hopes, and fears, and aspirations.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

lighted candle in dark room

As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn, so change of studies a dull brain.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

brown mountains under blue sky

Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are happiest.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Longer Version:

Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are the happiest, For those that wander they know not where Are full of trouble and full of care; To stay at home is best.


cactus flowers

Wisely improve the Present. It is thine.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

pink dahlia in bloom

The prayer of Ajax was for light.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


white stars cutout on black surface with red string

He looks the whole world in the face for he owes not any man.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

clear liquid on leaf

A noble type of good. Heroic womanhood.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


white petaled flower

There is no flock, however watched and tended, but one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside howsoe'er defended, but has one vacant chair.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

lake beside green pine trees

The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer,
Kisses the blushing leaf.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


green and white abstract painting

Man is unjust, but God is just; and finally justice triumphs.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

clear liquid on leaf

Today is the blocks with which we build.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

yellow bee beside purple petaled flower during daytime

Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

silhouette of man and woman during sunset

Sweet April! many a thought Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed; Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought, Life's golden fruit is shed.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

man and woman with bone fire sitting on seashore

Ah, nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

starry night over butte

The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

group of camels walking on desert lake at daytime

I have a passion for ballad... They are the gypsy children of song, born under green hedgerows in the leafy lanes and bypaths of literature, -- in the genial Summertime.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



raging waves through shores

O gift of God! O perfect day: Whereon shall no man work, but play; Whereon it is enough for me, Not to be doing, but to be!

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

None

With many readers, brilliancy of style passes for affluence of thought; they mistake buttercups in the grass for immeasurable gold mines under ground.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

red strawberry fruit on red surface

How beautiful the silent hour, when morning and evening thus sit together, hand in hand, beneath the starless sky of midnight!

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

men running toward beach

Under a spreading chestnut-tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

person with black tattoo on left hand

Gone are the birds that were our summer guests.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

white pendant lamp

Wisely the Hebrews admit no Present tense in their language;
While we are speaking the word, it is is already the Past.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

None

Love is the root of creation; God's essence; worlds without number Lie in his bosom like children; he made them for this purpose only. Only to love and to be loved again.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

blue and black abstract painting

Be noble in every thought And in every deed!

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

silhouette of stones during golden hour

Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


brown mountain

Noble souls, through dust and heat, rise from disaster and defeat the stronger.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

blue and white light digital wallpaper

He had mittens, Minjekahwun, Magic mittens made of deer-skin; When upon his hands he wore them, He could smite the rocks asunder, He could grind them into powder.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

water color palette on white surface

What seems to us but dim funeral tapers may be heaven's distant lamps.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

man standing on cliff under white sky

I dislike an eye that twinkles like a star. Those only are beautiful which, like the planets, have a steady lambent light, are luminous, but not sparkling.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

silhouette of mountains during sunset

Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

green leaf in close up photography

We waste our best years in distilling the sweetest flowers of life into potions which, after all, do not immortalize, but only intoxicate.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

man standing on sand while spreading arms beside calm body of water

Unasked, Unsought, Love gives itself but is not bought.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Bryce Canyon National Park Sunrise Point at Utah

T is a stairway, not a street, That ascends the deep ravine, Where the torrent leaps between Rocky walls that almost meet.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

person in blue denim jeans and brown leather boots

Time, like a preacher in the days of the Puritans, turned the hour-glass on his high pulpit, the church belfry.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

white textile in close up photography

The swallow is come! The swallow is come! O, fair are the seasons, and light Are the days that she brings, With her dusky wings, And her bosom snowy white!

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


time lapse photography of lightning during storm

If a woman shows too often the Medusa's head, she must not be astonished if her lover is turned into stone.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

selective focus photography of woman taking selfie

If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

woman jumping near white wall paint

The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface the footprints in the sands, And the tide rises, the tide falls.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


concert photos

Now to rivulets from the mountains Point the rods of fortune-tellers; Youth perpetual dwells in fountains, Not in flasks, and casks, and cellars.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

people in the street painting

Every human heart is human.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



brown and gray mountains during daytime

The picture that approaches sculpture nearest Is the best picture.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

gray slabs

Tis always morning somewhere.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

white boat on sea under white sky during daytime

How can I tell the signals and the signs
By which one heart another heart divines?
How can I tell the many thousand ways
By which it keeps the secret it betrays?

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

closeup photography of black and brown bird

Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

red textile in close up photography

Where'er a noble deed is wrought, Where'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts in glad surprise To higher levels rise.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

rocks near shore during nighttime

The soul...is audible, not visible.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


black dragonfly perched on green grass in close up photography during daytime

Then read from the treasured volume the poem of thy choice, and lend to the rhyme of the poet the beauty of thy voice.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


red textile in close up photography

Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, our faith triumphant o'er our fears, are all with thee -- are all with thee!

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


black and gray Canon AE-1 camera on gray sand under brown dock near body of water at daytime

One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm For the country folk to be up and to arm.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

shallow focus photography of brown and black bird

Perseverance is a great element of success.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Longer Version:

Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.




closeup photography of wall

The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

foggy mountains

It was Autumn, and incessant Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves, And, like living coals, the apples Burned among the withering leaves.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



icy mountain scenery

How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams with its illusions, aspirations, dreams! Book of Beginnings, Story without End, Each maid a heroine, and each man a friend!

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

white clouds and blue sky

And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,
and silently steal away.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

brown sand under blue sky during daytime

Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

black fishes

Fame grows like a tree if it have the principle of growth in it; the accumulated dews of ages freshen its leaves.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


person holding gray leaf

Age is opportunity no less,
Than youth itself, through in another dress.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

man and woman with bone fire sitting on seashore

And when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

sunset

It is true, that it is not at all necessary to love many books, in order to love them much.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

closeup photo of lounger chairs and beach umbrellas

Trouble is the next best thing to enjoyment. There is no fate in the world so horrible as to have no share in either its joys or sorrows.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

brown rock formation

And the wind plays on those great sonorous harps, the shrouds and masts of ships.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

gray hummingbird

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

person standing on rock beside body of water between green trees

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

empty pathway

Our hearts are lamps for ever burning.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

people walking on hallway

Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Longer Version:

Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.


aerial photography of pine trees

Resolve, and thou art free.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Longer Version:

Resolve, and thou art free. But breathe the air
Of mountains, and their unapproachable summits
Will lift thee to the level of themselves.


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