Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes - Page 2

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

The secret anniversaries of the heart.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

The world loves a spice of wickedness.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Taste the joy That springs from labor.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Ambition's cradle oftenest is its grave

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Music is the language spoken by angels.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Life is the gift of God, and is divine.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

From labor there shall come forth rest.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

A noble type of good. Heroic womanhood.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares!

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Wisely improve the Present. It is thine.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Then stars arise, and the night is holy.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Look, then, into thine heart, and write!

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Today is the blocks with which we build.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

The air of summer was sweeter than wine.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

The nearer the dawn the darker the night.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

The human voice is the organ of the soul.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Nothing is or can be accidental with God.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Wondrous strong are the spells of fiction.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

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

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

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

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Softly the evening came /with the sunset/.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

You would attain to the divine perfection.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Tomorrow is the mysterious, unknown guest.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Behind the clouds is the sun still shining.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

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

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Perseverance is a great element of success.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Music is the universal language of mankind.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

These stars of earth, these golden flowers.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

The greatest firmness is the greatest mercy.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

None but yourself who are your greatest foe.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Be noble in every thought And in every deed!

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

A thought often makes us hotter than a fire.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Age is opportunity no less than youth itself.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Many a poem is marred by a superfluous verse.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

The thoughts of Youth are long, long thoughts

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

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

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Silence and solitude, the soul's best friends.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

There is nothing perfectly secure but poverty.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

In the long run men hit only what they aim at.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Fortune comes well to all that comes not late.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Gone are the birds that were our summer guests.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

All things come round to him who will but wait.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Much must he toil who serves the Immortal Gods.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

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

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

No man is so poor as to have nothing worth giving.