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
home thinking tin
The motives and purposes of authors are not always so pure and high, as, in the enthusiasm of youth, we sometimes imagine. To many the trumpet of fame is nothing but a tin horn to call them home, like laborers from, the field, at dinner-time, and they think themselves lucky to get the dinner.
time age pace
Time rides with the old At a great pace. As travellers on swift steeds See the near landscape fly and flow behind them, While the remoter fields and dim horizons Go with them, and seem wheeling round to meet them, So in old age things near us slip away, And distant things go with us.
sympathy heart hands
How in the turmoil of life can love stand, Where there is not one heart, and one mouth and one hand.
thee authorship pondering
Whatever hath been written shall remain, Nor be erased nor written o'er again; The unwritten only still belongs to thee: Take heed, and ponder well what that shall be.
summer wine air
The air of summer was sweeter than wine.
believe book sunset
There are two angels that attend unseen Each one of us, and in great books record Our good and evil deeds. He who writes down The good ones, after every action closes His volume, and ascends with it to God. The other keeps his dreadful day-book open Till sunset, that we may repent; which doing, The record of the action fades away, And leaves a line of white across the page. Now if my act be good, as I believe it, It cannot be recalled. It is already Sealed up in heaven, as a good deed accomplished. The rest is yours.
night today
Oh, how short are the days! How soon the night overtakes us!
answers guests tomorrow
To-morrow! the mysterious, unknown guest, Who cries to me: "Remember Barmecide, And tremble to be happy with the rest." And I make answer: "I am satisfied; I dare not ask; I know not what is best; God hath already said what shall betide.
country-love triumphant
Our faith triumphant o'er our fears.
summer winter wind
Where, twisted round the barren oak, The summer vine in beauty clung, And summer winds the stillness broke, The crystal icicle is hung.
fall sunshine shadow
The sunshine fails, the shadows grow more dreary, And I am near to fall, infirm and weary.
age may littles
How far the gulf-stream of our youth may flow Into the arctic regions of our lives, Where little else than life itself survives.
true-beauty utility
Thou shalt learn The wisdom early to discern True beauty in utility.
lonely remember oppressed
O, though oft oppressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died!