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
greatness men cities
Great men stand like solitary towers in the city of God.
world glorious god-within-us
Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us.
inspirational success perseverance
The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they, while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night.
success congratulations literature
The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well, and doing well whatever you do without thought of fame. If it comes at all it will come because it is deserved, not because it is sought after.
adversity light unbroken
The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken.
insperational shows
When one is truly in love, one not only says it, but shows it.
success goal talent
The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do, well.
stars angel moon-night
Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
autumn apples coal
It was Autumn, and incessant Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves, And, like living coals, the apples Burned among the withering leaves.
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.
heart voice church-bells
For bells are the voice of the church; They have tones that touch and search The hearts of young and old.
memorial-day names honor
They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast, And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest.
time climbing years
To be seventy years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-crowned summit, and see behind you the deep valley stretching miles and miles away, and before you other summits higher and whiter, which you may have strength to climb, or may not. Then you sit down and meditate and wonder which it will be.
happy-birthday time stars
For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.