Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes
Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral marches to the grave.
Straight between them ran the pathway, Never grew the grass upon it
Think of your woods and orchards without birds!Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beamsAs in an idiot's brain remembered wordsHang empty 'mid the cobwebs of his dreams!
Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of 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!
A torn jacket is soon mended, but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
The purpose of that apple tree is to grow a little new wood each year. That is what I plan to do.
For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain.
I heard the bells on Christmas DayTheir old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweetThe words repeatOf peace on earth, good-will to men!
My soul is full of longingfor the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great oceansends a thrilling pulse through me.
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.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing while others judge us by what we have already done.
Each morning sees some task begun Each evening sees it close. Something attempted something done Has earned a night's repose.
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.
Let us then be up and doing With a heart for any fate Still achieving still pursuing Learn to labor and to wait.
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.
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!
Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime And departing leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.
To persevere in one's duty and to be silent is the best answer to calumny.
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.
Not in the clamor of the crowded street Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng But in ourselves are triumph and defeat.
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.
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!
Thy fate is the common fate of all Into each life some rain must fall Some days must be dark and dreary.
Each morning sees some task begin each evening sees it close Something attempted something done has earned a night's repose.
Noble souls through dust and heat rise from disaster and defeat the stronger.
If you would hit the mark you must aim a little above it: Every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth.
If you would hit the mark you must aim a little above it every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth.
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.
No one is so accursed by fate No one so utterly desolate But some heart though unknown Responds unto his own.
Give what you have. To someone else it may be better than you dare to think.
A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.
Being all fashioned of the self-same dust. Let us be merciful as well as just.