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Memorable quotes By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on life, nature, character, excellence and other things

100 Memorable Quotes By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Author Of Paul Revere's Ride

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Famous As: Poet & Educator

Born On: February 27, 1807

Died On: March 24, 1882

Born In: Portland, Maine, U.S.

Died At Age: 75

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was a 19th century educationist and poet from America, who penned some of the most memorable poems in the history of American literature. Other than being a poet of great repute; Longfellow was also an educationist, who was a professor at his alma mater Bowdoin College and latter at the Harvard College. Prior to taking up his position as a professor at Bowdoin College; he had also spent a considerable amount of time in Europe; which helped to shape his worldview. Some of his most famous works include ‘The Song of Haiwatha’, ‘Paul Revere’s Ride’ and ‘Evangaline’. On the other hand, he had also translated Dante’s seminal work ‘Divine Comedy’ to English. In addition to that, he also produced collections of poetry and the most well-known among them were ‘Ballads and Other Poems’ and ‘Voices of the Night’. Longfellow eventually decided to devote his entire time to literary pursuits in 1854 and gave up his position as professor. Most of his poems drew heavily from mythology and popular legends and he eventually became the most famous poet in the world at the time. Here are some of the quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow . 
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Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Music is the universal language of mankind.

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

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

Every heart has its secret sorrows which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad.

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

I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A torn jacket is soon mended, but hard words bruise the heart of a child.

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

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 attained in sudden flight but, they while their companions slept, they were toiling upwards in the night.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

In character, in manner, in style, in all the things, the supreme excellence is simplicity

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

It takes less time to do a thing right than to explain why you did it wrong.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, and silently steal away.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.

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

There are things of which I may not speak; There are dreams that cannot die; There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak, And bring a pallor into the cheek, And a mist before the eye.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Perserverence is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Love gives itself; it is not bought.

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

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are happiest.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Resolve, and thou art free.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Let us, then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labour and to wait.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A noble type of good. Heroic womanhood.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The human voice is the organ of the soul.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Unasked, Unsought, Love gives itself but is not bought

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Youth comes but once in a lifetime

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

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

Art is long, and Time is fleeting.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

And when she was good she was very very good. But when she was bad she was horrid.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

We are all architects of faith, ever living in these walls of time.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

I am weary of your quarrels, Weary of your wars and bloodshed, Weary of your prayers for vengeance, Of your wranglings and dissensions

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

In the long run men hit only what they aim at.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The story, from beginning to end, I found again in a heart of a friend.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Believe me, every man has his secret sorrows, which the world knows not; and oftimes we call a man cold when he is only sad.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Then followed that beautiful season... Summer.... Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.

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

The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Out of the shdows of night The world rolls into light.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, our faith triumphant o’er our fears, are all with thee – are all with thee!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The nearer the dawn the darker the night.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Not in the clamor of the crowded street, Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Great is the art of beginning.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

She floats upon the river of his thoughts.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I hear the wind among the trees playing the celestial symphonies.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part; For the Gods are everywhere

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Ah! What would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

These are the woes of Slaves; They glare from the abyss; They cry, from unknown graves, "We are the Witnesses!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

To charm, to strengthen, and to teach: these are the three great chords of might.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Think of your woods and orchards without birds! Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beams As in an idiot's brain remembered words Hang empty 'mid the cobwebs of his dreams!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

One if by land, two if by sea.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think.” —

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

Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The purpose of that apple tree is to grow a little new wood each year. That is what I plan to do.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Its reward is in the doing, And the rapture of pursuing Is the prize

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Think not, because no man sees Such things will remain unseen

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

The life of man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams but in active charity and in willing service.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

And, as she looked around, she saw how Death, the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

You judge yourself by what your capable of doing, while others judge you by what you have already done

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Art is the child of Nature.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Fair was she and young, when in hope began the long journey; Faded was she and old, when in disappointment it ended.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Every arrow that flies feels the pull of the earth.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

And oft the blessed time foretells When all men shall be free; And musical, as silver bells, Their falling chains shall be.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow