Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes about Spring

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The spring came suddenly, bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room, with a laugh and a shout and hands full of flowers.

The spring came suddenly, bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room, with a laugh and a shout and hands full of flowers.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Children, Spring, Flower

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.2429, Delphi Classics

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”

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

Spring, Fall, Autumn

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.664, Library of America

Ah, how wonderful is the advent of the Spring!—the great annual miracle.... which no force can stay, no violence restrain, like love, that wins its way and cannot be withstood by any human power, because itself is divine power. If Spring came but once in a century, instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake, and not in silence, what wonder and expectation would there be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change!... We are like children who are astonished and delighted only by the second-hand of the clock, not by the hour-hand.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Children, Spring, Heart

Does not all the blood within me Leap to meet thee, leap to meet thee, As the springs to meet the sunshine.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Life, Spring, Sunshine

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.209, Library of America

Mine is the Month of Roses; yes, and mine The Month of Marriages! All pleasant sights And scents, the fragrance of the blossoming vine, The foliage of the valleys and the heights. Mine are the longest days, the loveliest nights; The mower's scythe makes music to my ear; I am the mother of all dear delights; I am the fairest daughter of the year.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Daughter, Mother, Spring

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.1047, Delphi Classics

Taste the joy That springs from labor.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Spring, Joy, Taste

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1875). “The Masque of Pandora: And Other Poems”, p.35

What child has a heart to sing in this capricious clime of ours, when spring comes sailing in from the sea, with wet and heavy cloud-sails and the misty pennon of the east-wind nailed to the mast.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Children, Spring, Heart

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1851). “The prose works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.46

Simplicity is the character of the spring of life, costliness becomes its autumn; but a neatness and purity, like that of the snow-drop or lily of the valley, is the peculiar fascination of beauty, to which it lends enchantment, and gives what amiability is to the mind.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Spring, Character, Autumn

Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Love, Spring, Rain

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.88, Library of America