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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes
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An angel with a trumpet said, forever more, forever more, the reign of violence is over! (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes)
The babbling day has touched the hem of night’s garment, and, weary and still, drops asleep in her bosom (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes)
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 Quotes)
Her cap of velvet could not hold the tresses of her hair of gold, that flowed and floated like the stream. And fell in masses down her neck (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes)
Her face had a wonderful fascination in it. It was such a calm, quiet face, with the light of the rising soul shining so peacefully through it (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes)
Believe me, every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and oftentimes we call a man cold when he is only sad (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes)
Then fell upon the house a sudden gloom, a shadow on those features fair and thin; and softly, from the hushed and darkened room, two angels issued, where but one went in (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes)
A millstone and the human heart are driven ever round, if they have nothing else to grind, they must themselves be ground (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes)
How in the turmoil of life can love stand, where there is not one heart, and one mouth and one hand (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes)
Thou hast betrayed thy secret as a bird betrays her nest, by striving to conceal it (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes)
Let us then be what we are, and speak what we think, and in all things keep ourselves loyal to truth, and the sacred professions of friendship (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes)
You will forgive me, I hope, for the sake of the friendship between us, which is too true and too sacred to be so easily broken! (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes)
As the heart is, so is love to the heart. It partakes of its strength or weakness, its health or disease (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes)
For bells are the voice of the church; they have tones that touch and search the hearts of young and old (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes)
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 Quotes)
Let us then be up and doing, with a heart for any fate; still achieving, still pursuing, long to labor and to wait (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes)
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 Quotes)
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 Quotes)
How beautiful it was, falling so silently, all day long, all night long, on the mountains, on the meadows, on the roofs of the living, on the graves of the dead! (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes)
It seems impossible they should ever grow to be men, and drag the heavy artillery along the dusty road of life (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes)
Born in the purple, born to joy and pleasance, thou dost not toil nor spin, but makest glad and radiant with thy presence the meadow and the lin (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes)
There’s a brave fellow! There’s a man of pluck! A man who’s not afraid to say his say, though a whole town’s against him (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes)
This life of ours is a wild aeolian harp of many a joyous strain, but under them al there runs a loud perpetual wail, as of souls in pain (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes)