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
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow quotes about
country-love triumphant
Our faith triumphant o'er our fears.
saturn fluid satellites
The Mormons make the marriage ring, like the ring of Saturn, fluid, not solid, and keep it in its place by numerous satellites.
friendship design aspiration
My designs and labors and aspirations are my only friends.
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.
glasses musical littles
More and more do I feel, as I advance in life, how little we really know of each other. Friendship seems to me like the touch of musical-glasses--it is only contact; but the glasses themselves, and their contents, remain quite distinct and unmingled.
lost-youth long youth
The thoughts of Youth are long, long thoughts
mercy wells merciful
Let us be merciful as well as just.
literature language written
No literature is complete until the language it was written in is dead.
world-love world spices
The world loves a spice of wickedness.
beauty voice choices
Then read from the treasured volume the poem of thy choice, and lend to the rhyme of the poet the beauty of thy voice.
nature conceited self
Whenever nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.
noble heroic type
A noble type of good. Heroic womanhood.
sunshine house grace
The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts.
friendship song strong
I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.