Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellowwas an American poet and educator whose works include "Paul Revere's Ride", The Song of Hiawatha, and Evangeline. He was also the first American to translate Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy, and was one of the five Fireside Poets...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth27 February 1807
CityPortland, ME
CountryUnited States of America
art time long
Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
time heart hands
Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.
prayer war vengeance
I am weary of your quarrels, Weary of your wars and bloodshed, Weary of your prayers for vengeance, Of your wranglings and dissensions
inspirational success running
In the long run men hit only what they aim at.
time men thinking
Think not because no man sees, such things will remain unseen.
learning degrees kind
But the great Master said, "I see No best in kind, but in degree; I gave a various gift to each, To charm, to strengthen, and to teach".
life hate sunshine
Love is sunshine, hate is shadow, Life is checkered shade and sunshine.
hope kings cat
Hope has as many lives as a cat or a king.
hope race promise
Races, better than we, have leaned on her wavering promise, Having naught else but Hope.
happiness heart home
Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are the happiest, For those that wander they know not where Are full of trouble and full of care; To stay at home is best.
forgiveness sweet earth
For 'tis sweet to stammer one letter Of the Eternal's language; - on earth it is called Forgiveness!
forgiveness peace anger
If we could read the secret history of our enemies,
death flower names
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
death light bridges
The grave itself is but a covered bridge, Leading from light to light, through a brief darkness!