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
friendship best-friend true-friend
Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.
grace return anticipate
The greatest grace of a gift, perhaps, is that it anticipates and admits of no return.
friendship best-friend firsts
Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship Let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest.
book lovers book-lover
I love an author the more for having been himself a lover of books.
weed kindness flower
Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine, Kind words, and Kind deeds.
goodbye art farewell
Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.
beautiful dream time
How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams with its illusions, aspirations, dreams! Book of Beginnings, Story without End, Each maid a heroine, and each man a friend!
time future heart
Trust no future, however pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act -- act in the living Present! Heart within and God overhead.
heart holiday silence
The holiest of holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart.
birthday twilight opportunity
Age is opportunity no less than youth itself.
patience men waiting
Every man must patiently bide his time. He must wait -- not in listless idleness but in constant, steady, cheerful endeavors, always willing and fulfilling and accomplishing his task, that when the occasion comes he may be equal to the occasion.
nature rain struggle
The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.
air clouds snow
Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow.
phantoms sculpture painting
Sculpture is more than painting. It is greater To raise the dead to life than to create Phantoms that seem to live.