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
death art dust
From dust thou art to dust returneth, was not spoken of the soul.
art luck horseshoes
Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.
artist departed dies
Dead he is not, but departed, for the artist never dies.
art nature counterfeit-money
The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.
art care unseen
In the elder days of art Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part, For the Gods are everywhere
life art long
Art is long, and Time is fleeting.
art bad-ass shadow
Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest art of all the arts. Painting and sculpture are but images, Are merely shadows cast by outward things On stone or canvas, having in themselves No separate existence. Architecture, Existing in itself, and not in seeming A something it is not, surpasses them As substance shadow.
art time long
Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
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.
art school boys
Perhaps there lives some dreamy boy, untaught In schools, some graduate of the field or street, Who shall become a master of art, An admiral sailing the high seas of thought Fearless and first, and steering with his fleet For lands not yet laid down in any chart.
art block yesterday
For the structure that we raise, Time is with materials filled; Our to-days and yesterdays Are the blocks with which we build.
art glory used
Art is the gift of God, and must be used unto His glory.
mother art children
Art is the child of Nature; yes, Her darling child, in whom we trace The features of the mother's face, Her aspect and her attitude, All her majestic loveliness Chastened and softened and subdued Into a more attractive grace, And with a human sense imbued. He is the greatest artist, then, Whether of pencil or of pen, Who follows Nature.
strong art sadness
Take this sorrow to thy heart and make it part of thee, and it shall nourish thee till thou art strong again.