Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

About Henry Wadsworth Longfellow:

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was an American poet and educator whose works include "Paul Revere's Ride", The Song of Hiawatha, and Evangeline. He was also the first American to translate Dante Alighieri's The Divine Comedy, and was one of the five Fireside Poets.
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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

A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Unasked, Unsought, Love gives itself but is not bought

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest!

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

Resolve, and thou art free.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Resolve, and thou art free. But breathe the air Of mountains, and their unapproachable summits Will lift thee to the level of themselves.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained in sudden flight but, they while their companions slept, they were toiling upwards in 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 dust away.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it ...

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and t...

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.

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

Straight between them ran the pathway, Never grew the grass upon it

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Thus it is our daughters leave us, Those we love, and those who love us! Just when they have learned to help us, When we are old and lean upon them, Comes a youth with flaunting feathers, With his flute of reeds, a stranger Wanders piping through the...

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Author Bio

  • NameHenry Wadsworth Longfellow
  • DescriptionAmerican poet
  • AliasesHenry W. Longfellow; H. W. Longfellow
  • BornFebruary 27, 1807
  • DiedMarch 24, 1882
  • CountryUnited States Of America
  • ProfessionWriter; Poet; Novelist; Professor
  • AwardsOrder Of Merit For Arts And Science