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
earthquakes voice fire
God's voice was not in the earthquake, Not in the fire, nor the storm, but it was in the whispering breezes.
inspirational men earth
Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.
forgiveness sweet earth
For 'tis sweet to stammer one letter Of the Eternal's language; - on earth it is called Forgiveness!
history earth walks
They who live in history only seemed to walk the earth again.
pain race earth
But ah! what once has been shall be no more! The groaning earth in travail and in pain Brings forth its races, but does not restore, And the dead nations never rise again.
arrows air earth
I shot an arrow into the air, it fell to earth, I knew not where.
hands suffering earth
They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more!
flower angel earth
An angel visited the green earth, and took a flower away.
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.