Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes about Nature

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The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.

The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Nature, Rain, Struggle

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1906). “Longfellow Day by Day”

Art is the child of Nature.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Nature, Art, Children

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.645, Library of America

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

Nature, Sleep, Hands

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.848, Jazzybee Verlag

The Laws of Nature are just, but terrible. There is no weak mercy in them. Cause and consequence are inseparable and inevitable. The elements have no forbearance. The fire burns, the water drowns, the air consumes, the earth buries. And perhaps it would be well for our race if the punishment of crimes against the Laws of Man were as inevitable as the punishment of crimes against the Laws of Nature -were Man as unerring in his judgments as Nature.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Nature, Men, Law

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1873). “Prose Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.452

'Tis always morning somewhere, and aboveThe awakening continents, from shore to shore,Somewhere the birds are singing evermore.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Morning, Nature, Bird

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1869). “The Poetical Works”, p.537

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.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Nature, Breathing, Spirit

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1861). “The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, including his translations and notes”, p.227

If spring came but once a century instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake and not in silence, what wonder and expectation there would be in all the hearts to behold the miraculous change.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Nature, Time, Spring

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1883). “Complete Works”

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Nature, Clouds, Keys

Anonymous, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow “A Day With Longfellow”, Library of Alexandria

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Nature, Conceited, Self

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1886). “Outre-mer and Drift-wood”

The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Art, Nature, Counterfeit Money

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.645, Library of America

No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sweet, Nature, Tears

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1869). “The Poetical Works”, p.19

The natural alone is permanent.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Nature, Natural, Permanent

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1849). “Kavanagh: A Tale”, p.59

The natural alone is permanent. Fantastic idols may be worshipped for a while; but at length they are overturned by the continual and silent progress of Truth, as the grim statues of Copan have been pushed from their pedestals by the growth of forest-trees, whose seeds were sown by the wind in the ruined walls.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Nature, Wall, Idols

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1855). “The Works: Kavanagh. Outre-Mer”, p.38