Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes - Page 2

Tell me not in mournful numbers Life is but an empty dream!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing while others judge us by what we have already done.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Every human heart is human.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hope has as many lives as a cat or a king.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Give what you have. To someone else it may be better than you dare to think.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When Christ ascended Triumphantly from star to star He left the gates of Heaven ajar.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
No one is so accursed by fate No one so utterly desolate But some heart though unknown Responds unto his own.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The heights by 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
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
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
Act-act in the living present!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Go forth to meet the shadowy Future without fear and with a manly heart.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Trust no Future howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ah how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Our faith triumphant o'er our fears.
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
Noble souls through dust and heat rise from disaster and defeat the stronger.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thou driftest gently down the tides of sleep.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Each morning sees some task begin each evening sees it close Something attempted something done has earned a night's repose.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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
None but yourself who are your greatest foe.
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
All things come round to him who will but wait.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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
Every dew-drop and raindrop had a whole heaven within it.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The bravest are the tenderest. The loving are the daring.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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
There was a little girl And she had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead When she was good she was very very good When she was bad she was horrid.
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
In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
All things must change To something new to something strange.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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
To persevere in one's duty and to be silent is the best answer to calumny.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ah to build to build! That is the noblest of all the arts.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Music is the universal language of mankind.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thou too sail on O Shipof State! Sail on O Union strong and great! Humanity with all its fears With all the hopes of future years Is hanging breathless on thy fate!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Be still sad heart and cease repining Behind the clouds the sun is 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
How sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Trust no future howe'er pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act - act in the living Present! Heart within and God o'erhead.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Into each life some rain must fall some days must be dark and dreary.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing while others judge us by what we have already done.
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
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
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
I have you fast in my fortress,And will not let you depart,But put you down into the dungeonIn the round-tower of my heart.And there will I keep you forever,Yes, forever and a day,Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,And moulder in dust away.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The student has his Rome, his whole glowing Italy, within the four walls of his library. He has in his books the ruins of an antique world and the glories of a modern one.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
My soul is full of longingfor the secret of the sea,and the heart of the great oceansends a thrilling pulse through me.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
And oft the blessed time foretellsWhen all men shall be free;And musical, as silver bells,Their falling chains shall be.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
These are the woes of Slaves;They glare from the abyss;They cry, from unknown graves,"We are the Witnesses!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I heard the bells on Christmas DayTheir old, familiar carols play,And wild and sweetThe words repeatOf peace on earth, good-will to men!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
If Spring came but once in a century, instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake, and not in silence, what wonder and expectation there would be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change! But now the silent succession suggests nothing but necessity. To most men only the cessation of the miracle would be miraculous and the perpetual exercise of God’s power seems less wonderful than its withdrawal would be.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The nearer the dawnthe darker the night.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I have you fast in my fortress,And will not let you depart,But put you down into the dungeon,In the round-tower of my heart,And there will I keep you forever,Yes, forever and a day,Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,And moulder in the dust away!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Write on your doors the saying wise and old,"Be bold! be bold!" and everywhere-- "Be bold;Be not too bold!" Yet better the excessThan the defect; better the more than less;Better like Hector in the field to die,Than like a perfumed Paris turn and fly,
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Every arrow that flies feels the pull of the earth.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
One if by land, two if by sea.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There was an old belief that in the embersOf all things their primordial form exists, And cunning alchemistsCould re-create the rose with all its membersFrom its own ashes, but without the bloom, Without the lost perfume Ah me! what wonder-working, occult scienceCan from the ashes in our hearts once more The rose of youth restore?What craft of alchemy can bid defianceTo time and change, and for a single hour Renew this phantom-flower?
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