Quotes from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.

Trouble is the next best thing to enjoyment; there is no fate in the world so horrible as to have no share in either its joys or sorrows

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

Know how sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong.

Enjoy the spring of love and youth, To some good angel leave the rest; For time will teach thee soon the truth, There are no birds in last year's nest.

All your strength is in your union.All your danger is in discord;Therefore be at peace henceforward,And as brothers live together.

He looks the whole world in the face for he owes not any man.

Under the spreading chestnut treeThe village smithy stands;The smith a mighty man is heWith large and sinewy hands.And the muscles of his brawny armsAre strong as iron bands.

His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.

'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy.

See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away Over the snowy peaks!

And see! she stirs!She starts—she moves—she seems to feelThe thrill of life along her keel.

A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.

By the shores of Gitche Gumee,By the shining Big-Sea-Water,Stood the wigwam of Nokomis,Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis.

Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra,And Edith with golden hair.

Our hearts are lamps for ever burning...

"Why don't you speak for yourself, John?"

From the waterfall he named her,Minnehaha, Laughing Water.

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.

It was the schooner Hesperus,That sailed the wintry sea;And the skipper had taken his little daughter,To bear him company.

Something attempted, something done,Has earned a night's repose.

I hear the wind among the trees Playing the celestial symphonies; I see the branches downward bent, Like keys of some great instrument.

Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days That are no more, and shall no more return. Thou hast but taken up thy lamp and gone to bed; I stay a little longer, as one stays To cover up the embers that still burn.