186 "Henry Wadsworth Longfellow" Quotes And Sayings

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, the most popular 19th century American poet, was born on October 12, 1807 in Portland, Maine. He attended Bowdoin College, where he wrote "The Song of Hiawatha." After graduating, he became a law student at Harvard. He returned to Portland and began his literary career with "Evangeline" (1847), an epic poem about the French-Canadian province of Louisiana. "Evangeline" was followed by numerous other works of poetry and prose, including The Courtship of Miles Standish (1859), which won him the American Academy's first prize for poetry Read more

Among his best-known works are The Song of Hiawatha (1855), A Psalm of Life (1856), "The Divine Mother" (1862), "A Christmas Carol" (1843), and "Hiawatha's Childhood" (1892). Longfellow also wrote some thirty musical compositions, including the opera Leonora (1855). He died on August 28, 1882 in Cambridge, Massachusetts.

The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the...
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The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
As Unto the bow the the cord is , So...
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As Unto the bow the the cord is , So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, Though she draws him , yet she follows: Useless each without the other. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who...
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I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds...
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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
Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall...
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Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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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. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing,...
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We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The heights by great men reached and kept were not...
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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
Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back...
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Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind...
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Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds...
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Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an...
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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. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives, When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives, Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain, But never will be sung to us again, Is they remembrance. Now the hour of rest Hath come to thee. Sleep, darling: it is best. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts,...
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Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Music is the universal language of mankind.
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Music is the universal language of mankind. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
If you would hit the mark, you must aim a...
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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
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Resolve, and thou art free. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Unasked, Unsought, Love gives itself but is not bought
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Unasked, Unsought, Love gives itself but is not bought Henry Wadsworth Longfellow