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
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.
age faces young
And the bright faces of my young companions Are wrinkled like my own, or are no more.
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!
truth lying moving
The nimble lie Is like the second-hand upon a clock; We see it fly; while the hour-hand of truth Seems to stand still, and yet it moves unseen, And wins, at last, for the clock will not strike Till it has reached the goal.