Top 25 Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow of 685 - Page 27

A coquette is a young lady of more beauty than sense, more accomplishments than learning, more charms not person than graces of mind, more admirers than friends, mole fools than wise men for attendants.

A coquette is a young lady of more beauty than sense, more accomplishments than learning, more charms not person than graces of mind, more admirers than friends, mole fools than wise men for attendants.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Wise, Men, Grace

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

Heart, Doors, Secret Places

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.334

Bell, thou soundest merrily, When the bridal party To the church doth hie! Bell, thou soundest solemnly, When, on Sabbath morning, Fields deserted lie!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Morning, Lying, Party

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1847). “The Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Complete in One Volume”, p.30

Sweet April! many a thought Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed; Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought, Life's golden fruit is shed.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sweet, Heart, Autumn

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1848). “Poems”, p.13

O thou sculptor, painter, poet! Take this lesson to thy heart: That is best which lieth nearest; Shape from that thy work of art.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Art, Lessons, Shapes

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1859). “The Complete Poetical Works”, p.217

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

Country, Land, Opposites

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.472

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Clouds, Wind, Littles

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.185

All your strength is in union, all your danger is in discord.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Teamwork, Unions, Danger

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, “The Song Of Hiawatha I: The Peace-Pipe”

How like they are to human things!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Flower, Humans

We waste our best years in distilling the sweetest flowers of life into potions which, after all, do not immortalize, but only intoxicate.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Flower, Years, Best Year

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1851). “The prose works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.150

These stars of earth, these golden flowers.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Stars, Flower, Earth

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1848). “Poems”, p.10

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Pain, Echoes, Silence

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1852). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow”, p.242

There is nothing perfectly secure but poverty.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Poverty, Secure

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1983). “The Letters of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.615, Harvard University Press

The country is not priest-ridded, but press-ridden.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Country, Priests, Presses

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

Strong, Fear, Future

"The Building of the Ship" l. 378 (1849)

The thoughts of Youth are long, long thoughts

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Lost Youth, Long, Youth

'My Lost Youth' (1858)

Thus departed Hiawatha, Hiawatha the Beloved, In the glory of the sunset, In the purple mists of evening, To the regions of the home-wind, Of the Northwest-Wind, Keewaydin, To the Islands of the Blessed, To the Kingdom of Ponemah, To the Land of the Hereafter!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Blessed, Sunset, Home

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, George Housman Thomas (1860). “The Song of Hiawatha ... Illustrated by John Gilbert”, p.211

The Mormons make the marriage ring, like the ring of Saturn, fluid, not solid, and keep it in its place by numerous satellites.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Saturn, Satellites, Fluid

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.796, Library of America

The hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Rain, Clouds, Friars

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1867). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Complete Edition”, p.6

What shall I say to you? What can I say Better than silence is?

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Silence, Silent, Silence Is

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.623, Library of America

Midnight! the outpost of advancing day! The frontier town and citadel of night!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Night, Towns, Frontiers

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.1005, Delphi Classics

There's nothing fair nor beautiful, but takes Something from thee, that makes it beautiful.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Beauty, Beautiful, Thee

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1869). “The Poetical Works”, p.101

The smoking flax before it burst to flame Was quenched by death, and broken the bruised reed.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Flames, Broken, Smoking

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.844, Jazzybee Verlag

Art is the child of Nature; yes, Her darling child, in whom we trace The features of the mother's face, Her aspect and her attitude, All her majestic loveliness Chastened and softened and subdued Into a more attractive grace, And with a human sense imbued. He is the greatest artist, then, Whether of pencil or of pen, Who follows Nature.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Mother, Art, Children

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.965, Delphi Classics