Top 500 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes (2024 Update)
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101. “Then read from the treasured volume the poem of thy choice, and lend to the rhyme of the poet the beauty of thy voice.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

102. “Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

103. “An angel visited the green earth, and took a flower away.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

104. “Nothing useless is, or low; Each thing in its place is best; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

105. “O Music! language of the soul, Of love, of God to man; Bright beam from heaven thrilling, That lightens sorrow’s weight.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

106. “Love gives itself; it is not bought.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

107. “The rapture of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

108. “It is Lucifer, The son of mystery; And since God suffers him to be, He too, is God’s minister, And labors for some good By us not understood.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

109. “No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

110. “Talk not of wasted affection – affection never was wasted.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

111. “After a day of cloud and wind and rain Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again, And touching all the darksome woods with light, Smiles on the fields until they laugh and sing, Then like a ruby from the horizon’s ring, Drops down into the night.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

112. “Life like an empty dream flits by.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

113. “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

114. “Youth comes but once in a lifetime.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

115. “The world loves a spice of wickedness.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

116. “Take this sorrow to thy heart and make it part of thee, and it shall nourish thee till thou art strong again.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

117. “Let us then, be up and doing.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

118. “Oh, what a glory doth this world put on, for him who with a fervent heart goes forth under the bright and glorious sky, and looks on duties well performed, and days well spent.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

119. “A Lady with a Lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

120. “Resolve and thou art free.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

121. “And when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

122. “No action, whether foul or fair, Is ever done, but it leaves somewhere A record, written by fingers ghostly, As a blessing or a curse, and mostly In the greater weakness or greater strength Of the acts which follow it.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

123. “The shadows of the mind are like those of the body. In the morning of life they all lie behind us; at noon we trample them under foot; and in the evening they stretch long, broad, and deepening before us.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

124. “There are no birds in last year’s nest.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

125. “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.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

126. “It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about; It is I that have grown old.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

127. “Fortune comes well to all that comes not late.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

128. “I dislike an eye that twinkles like a star. Those only are beautiful which, like the planets, have a steady lambent light, are luminous, but not sparkling.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

130. “The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

131. “So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest so gently, that we go, Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay, Being too full of sleep to understand How far the unknown transcends the what we know.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

132. “Sail on ship of state, sail on, I union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, with all its hopes of future years, is hanging on thy fate!”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

133. “Youth comes but once a life time. Perhaps, but it remains strong in many for their entire lives.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

134. “Would you learn the secret of the sea? Only those who brave its dangers, comprehend its mystery!”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

135. “I love the season well When forest glades are teeming with bright forms, Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell The coming of storms.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

137. “Tis always morning somewhere.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

138. “Love is the root of creation; God’s essence; worlds without number Lie in his bosom like children; he made them for this purpose only. Only to love and to be loved again.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

139. “He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

140. “Well I know the secret places, And the nests in hedge and tree; At what doors are friendly faces, In what hearts are thoughts of me.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

141. “One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm For the country folk to be up and to arm.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

142. “Round about what is, lies a whole mysterious world of might be, a psychological romance of possibilities and things that do not happen.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

143. “Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

144. “Magnificent autumn! He comes not like a pilgrim, clad in russet weeds; not like a hermit, clad in gray; but like a warrior with the stain of blood in his brazen mail.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

145. “Never idle a moment, but thrifty and thoughtful of others.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

146. “Oh the long and dreary Winter! Oh the cold and cruel Winter!”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

147. “O beautiful, awful summer day, what hast thou given, what taken away?”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

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149. “Kind messages, that pass from land to land; Kind letters, that betray the heart’s deep history, In which we feel the pressure of a hand, – One touch of fire, – and all the rest is mystery!”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

150. “Time has a doomsday book, upon whose pages he is continually recording illustrious names. But as often as a new name is written there, an old one disappears. Only a few stand in illuminated characters never to be effaced.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow