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
phantoms sculpture painting
Sculpture is more than painting. It is greater To raise the dead to life than to create Phantoms that seem to live.
sunset sky fire
Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon Like a magician extended his golden want o'er the landscape; Trinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forest Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together.
tree growth age
Fame grows like a tree if it have the principle of growth in it; the accumulated dews of ages freshen its leaves.
inspirational funny positive
It takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why you did it wrong.
inspiring forgiveness peace
If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.
strength strong suffering
Know how sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong.
positive wise wisdom
A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.
leadership work character
In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer.
heartbreak betrayal passion
It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.
different tongue chance
Not chance of birth or place has made us friends, Being oftentimes of different tongues and nations, But the endeavor for the selfsame ends, With the same hopes, and fears, and aspirations.
summer running time
What is time? The shadow on the dial, the striking of the clock, the running of the sand, day and night, summer and winter, months, years, centuries-these are but arbitrary and outward signs, the measure of Time, not Time itself. Time is the Life of the Soul.
The bravest are the tenderest.
age faces young
And the bright faces of my young companions Are wrinkled like my own, or are no more.