Quotes About Longfellow

Though a woman tempted man to eat, my dear Longfellow," said Holmes, "you never hear of Eve having to do with his drinking, for he took to that of his own notion.

Whenever nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.

Longfellow smiled. "A great part of the happiness of life consists not in fighting battles, my dear Lowell, but in avoiding them. A masterly retreat is in itself a victory.

Longfellow has his popularity, in the main, because he tells his story or his idea so that one needs nothing but his verses to understand it.

Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.

Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.

The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies, and in part Are longings wild and vain

My pecker's a poet." "How's that?" "He's a longfellow.

Longfellow, as he climbed up, hoped he would not be asked to speak in front of all the guests during the banquet, but if he were, he would thank his friends for bringing him along.

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.

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.

I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'ver me That my soul cannot resist

The title Voices of the Night originally was used by Mr. Longfellow for the poem Footsteps of Angels; then he gave it to the first collected volume of his poetry with special application to the group of eight poems following Prelude. Here it is confined to this group.

Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Whenever nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.

Life is real Life is earnest And the grave is not its goal Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.

the famous lines of Longfellow: 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.

Men of genius are often dull and inert in society, as the blazing meteor when it descends to earth is only a stone.

Peace! Peace! Orestes-like I breathe this prayer! Descend with broad-winged flight, The welcome, the thrice-prayed for, the most fair, The best-beloved Night!

The group was known as Agassiz's Club, more officially as the Saturday Club. One summer, when the club went off to the Adirondacks on a camping trip, Longfellow refused to go, because Emerson was taking a gun. "Somebody will be shot," said Longfellow, explaining that Emerson was too vague to be trusted with a gun.

The Wreck of the Hesperus But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he.