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 sweet pain
Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives, When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives, Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain, But never will be sung to us again, Is they remembrance. Now the hour of rest Hath come to thee. Sleep, darling: it is best.
wisdom simple patient
Ripe in wisdom was he, but patient, and simple, and childlike.
patience bridges crosses
Don't cross the bridge til you come to it.
fashion self dust
Being all fashioned of the self-same dust, let us be merciful as well as just
thinking self world
Truly, this world can get on without us, if we would but think so.
mean thinking sincerity
You know I say just what I think, and nothing more and less. I cannot say one thing and mean another.
beautiful cities air
The morrow was a bright September morn; The earth was beautiful as if newborn; There was nameless splendor everywhere, That wild exhilaration in the air, Which makes the passers in the city street Congratulate each other as they meet.
stars flower blue
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.
heart holiday blow
The holiest of all holidays are those Kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart, When the full river of feeling overflows;- The happy days unclouded to their close; The sudden joys that our of darkness start As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!
age crowns youth
Youth wrenches the sceptre from old age, and sets the crown on its own head before it is entitled to it.
simple may youth
Maiden, that read'st this simple rhyme, Enjoy thy youth, it will not stay; Enjoy the fragrance of thy prime, For oh, it is not always May!
heart brain highest
It is the heart and not the brain, That to the highest doth attain.
heart wind roots
More hearts are breaking in this world of ours Than one would say. In distant villages And solitudes remote, where winds have wafted The barbed seeds of love, or birds of passage Scattered them in their flight, do they take root, And grow in silence, and in silence perish.
book voyages ships
I know not how it is, but during a voyage I collect books as a ship does barnacles.