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
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.
men land cities
Among the noblest in the land - Though man may count himself the least - That man I honor and revere, Who without favor, without fear, In the great city dares to stand, The friend of every friendless beast.
sweet men cities
I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.
cities graves
Even cities have their graves!
greatness men cities
Great men stand like solitary towers in the city of God.
sky cities rivers
White swan of cities slumbering in thy nest . . . White phantom city, whose untrodden streets Are rivers, and whose pavements are the shifting Shadows of the palaces and strips of sky.
cities tolerance towns
To say the least, a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one's judgment of others.
arrow fell knew shot
I shot an arrow into the air,It fell to earth, I knew not where (The Arrow and the Song)
city far scattered separate snow wandered
Far asunder, on separate coasts, the Acadians landed, ... Scattered were they, like flakes of snow . . . friendless, homeless, hopeless, they wandered from city to city.
beginning dark known night pause
Between the dark and the daylight, / When the night is beginning to lower, / Comes a pause in the day's occupations, / That is known as the Children's Hour.
grand hundredth puritan singing
Singing the Hundredth Psalm, the grand old Puritan anthem.
shouts
Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
common life thy
Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall.
knock wake
If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.