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
bends bow cord draws man though unto useless
As unto the bow the cord is, / So unto the man is woman; / Though she bends him, she obeys him, / Though she draws him, yet she follows; / Useless each without the other!
clay men though
Some men must follow, and some command, though all are made of clay
brow honest looks man owes wet
His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can; And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man
holidays kept ourselves secret silence
The holiest of all holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; the secret anniversaries of the heart.
behind footprints great leave lives men remind sands time
Lives of great men all remind us, we can make our lives sublime, and, departing, leave behind us, footprints on the sands of time.
excellence supreme
In character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity.
father frozen wrecks
The Wreck of the Hesperus But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he.
sympathy death condolences
I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn.
death past sea
The course of my long life hath reached at last in fragile bark over a tempestuous sea the common harbor, where must rendered be account for all the actions of the past.
land history lamps
A Lady with a Lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood.
heart passion men
Doubtless criticism was originally benignant, pointing out the beauties of a work rather that its defects. The passions of men have made it malignant, as a bad heart of Procreates turned the bed, the symbol of repose, into an instrument of torture.
summer sleep air
Very hot and still the air was, Very smooth the gliding river, Motionless the sleeping shadows.
summer pain sea
O summer day beside the joyous sea! O summer day so wonderful and white, So full of gladness and so full of pain! Forever and forever shalt thou be To some the gravestone of a dead delight, To some the landmark of a new domain.
sea sorrow sun
A great sorrow, like a mariner's quadrant, brings the sun at noon down to the horizon, and we learn where we are on the sea of life.