Quotes from Longfellow Henry Wadsworth

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. And the words of that fatal song Come over me like a chill: A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.

I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love.

Music is the universal language of mankind -- poetry their universal pastime and delight.

The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well; and doing well whatever you do, without a thought of fame.

Noble by birth, yet nobler by great deeds.

There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.

The highest exercise of imagination is not to devise what has no existence, but rather to perceive what really exists, though unseen by the outward eye--not creation, but insight.

All nature ... is a respiration Of the Spirit of God, who, in breathing hereafter Will inhale it into his bosom again, So that nothing but God alone will remain.

The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, Kisses the blushing leaf.

There was a little girl, Who had a little curl, Right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good, She was very good indeed, But when she was bad she was horrid.

The grave itself is but a covered bridge, Leading from light to light, through a brief darkness!

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