Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes

Youth comes but once in a lifetime.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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
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
Speaking words of endearment where words of comfort availed not.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Why don't you speak for yourself John?
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
If I am not worth the wooing I surely am not worth the winning.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Oh the long and dreary Winter! Oh the cold and cruel Winter!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The world loves a spice of wickedness.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
This is the forest primeval.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Think not because no man sees such things will remain unseen.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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
Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Today is the blocks with which we build.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Act-act in the living Present!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The present is the blocks with which we build.
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
Go forth to meet the shadowy Future without fear and with a manly heart.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tomorrow is the mysterious unknown guest.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To say the least a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one's judgement of others.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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
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.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn so change of studies a dull brain.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Silently one by one in the infinite meadows of heaven Blossomed the lovely stars the forget-me-nots of the angels.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Came the Spring with all its splendor All its birds and all its blossoms All its flowers and leaves and grasses.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The soul ... is audible not visible.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
God sent his Singers upon earth With songs of sadness and of mirth That they might touch the hearts of men And bring them back to heaven again.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ships that pass in the night.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng but in ourselves are triumph and defeat.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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
Day of the Lord as all our days should be!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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 Some days must be dark and dreary.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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
All things come round to him who will but wait.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Time ... is the life of the soul.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Be noble in every thought And in every deed!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Great is the art of beginning but greater is the art of ending.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
And the night shall be filled with music And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs And as silently steal away.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The nearer the dawn the darker the night.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Music is the universal language of mankind.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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 Some days must be dark and dreary.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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
All things come round to him who will but wait.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Time ... is the life of the soul.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Be noble in every thought And in every deed!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Great is the art of beginning but greater is the art of ending.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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
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.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
And the night shall be filled with music And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs And as silently steal away.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The nearer the dawn the darker the night.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Music is the universal language of mankind.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Let us then be up and doing with a heart for any fate.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Being all fashioned of the self-same dust. Let us be merciful as well as just.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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
Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow