Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes - Page 7

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

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

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

I cannot believe any man can be perfectly well in body, who has much labor of the mind to perform.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

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

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Our ingress into the world Was naked and bare; Our progress through the world Is trouble and care.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Every great poem is in itself limited by necessity, but in its suggestions unlimited and infinite.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

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

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Let us, then, be what we are; speak what we think; and in all things keep ourselves loyal to truth.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

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

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Every man is in some sort a failure to himself. No one ever reaches the heights to which he aspires.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

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

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

For 'tis sweet to stammer one letter Of the Eternal's language; - on earth it is called Forgiveness!

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Perhaps the greatest lesson which the lives of literary men teach us is told in a single word* Wait!

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

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

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

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

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

The men that women marry, And why they marry them, will always be A marvel and a mystery to the world.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

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

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

A solid man of Boston; A comfortable man with dividends, And the first salmon and the first green peas.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Shepherds at the grange, Where the Babe was born, Sang with many a change, Christmas carols until morn.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

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 / Poet

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

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

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

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Beautiful in form and feature, lovely as the day, can there be so fair a creature formed of common clay?

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

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

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

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

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

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

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

As the heart is, so is love to the heart. It partakes of its strength or weakness, its health or disease.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Ambition is so powerful a passion in the human breast, that however high we reach we are never satisfied.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

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

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Your education begins where what is called your education is over. Your fate is but the common lot of all.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away Over the snowy peaks!

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

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 / Poet

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 / Poet

God's voice was not in the earthquake, Not in the fire, nor the storm, but it was in the whispering breezes.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast, And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

All that is best in the great poets of all countries is not what is national in them, but what is universal.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

Take this sorrow to thy heart and make it part of thee, and it shall nourish thee till thou art strong again.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

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

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

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

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

We often excuse our own want of philanthropy by giving the name of fanaticism to the more ardent zeal of others.

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

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 / Poet

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

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

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

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

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 / Poet

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 / Poet

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

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

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

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow / Poet

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 / Poet

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