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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Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man's enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Something attempted, something done, Has earned a nights repose.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

All things come round to him who will but wait.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The rapture of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Build today, then strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and secure. Shall tomorrow find its place.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

It is a beautiful trait in the lover's character, that they think no evil of the object loved.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

With favoring winds, o'er sunlit seas, We sailed for the Hesperides, The land where golden apples grow; But that, ah! that was long ago. How far, since then, the ocean streams Have swept us from that land of dreams, That land of fiction and of truth,...

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

One if by land, two if by sea.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

How Beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs! How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflo...

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

And in despair I bowed my head; "There is no peace on earth," I said; "For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!" Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: "God is not dead, nor doth he sleep! The Wrong shall fail, t...

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