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
song singing deep-emotions
Sang in tones of deep emotion Songs of love and songs of longing.
arrows air earth
I shot an arrow into the air, it fell to earth, I knew not where.
summer song heart
Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start.
heart virtue slave
Fear is the virtue of slaves; but the heart that loveth is willing.
flower years waste
We waste our best years in distilling the sweetest flowers of life into potions which, after all, do not immortalize, but only intoxicate.
angel men eden
Every man has a paradise around him till he sins, and the angel of an accusing conscience drives him from his Eden.
patience endurance patient
Let nothing disturb thee, Nothing affright thee; All things are passing; God never changeth; Patient endurance Attaineth to all things; Who God possesseth In nothing is wanting; Alone God sufficeth.
patience strong heart
Patience; accomplish thy labor; accomplish thy work of affection! Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike. Therefore accomplish thy labor of love, till the heart is made godlike, Purified, strengthened, perfected, and rendered more worthy of heaven.
poverty secure
There is nothing perfectly secure but poverty.
country priests presses
The country is not priest-ridded, but press-ridden.
children spring heart
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.
soul old-soul grows
The soul never grows old.
blow past men
The history of the past is a mere puppet-show. A little man comes out and blows a little trumpet, and goes in again. You look for something new, and lo! another little man comes out, and blows another little trumpet, and goes in again. And it is all over.
art two forever
Many have genius, but, wanting art, are forever dumb. The two must go together to form the great poet, painter, or sculptor.