Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow More Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow More Quotes From Henry Wadsworth Longfellow For in the night, unseen, a single warrior, In sombre harness mailed, Dreaded of man, and surnamed the Destroyer, The rampart wall has scaled. He passed into the chamber of the sleeper, The dark and silent room, And as he entered, darker grew, and deeper, The silence and the gloom. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow warrior wall dark The course of my long life hath reached at last in fragile bark over a tempestuous sea the common harbor, where must rendered be account for all the actions of the past. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow sea death past And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, and silently steal away. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow music poetry night The sunshine fails, the shadows grow more dreary, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow sunshine shadow fall The mind of the scholar, if you would have it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds. It is better that his armor should be somewhat bruised by rude encounters even, than hang forever rusting on the wall. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wall rude knowledge What child has a heart to sing in this capricious clime of ours, when spring comes sailing in from the sea, with wet and heavy cloud-sails and the misty pennon of the east-wind nailed to the mast. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow heart spring children What seems to us but dim funeral tapers may be heaven's distant lamps. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow memorial funeral heaven But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow assumption assuming dark If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow inspirational-love winning witty Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and silence. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow voice silence darkness Every author has the whole past to contend with; all the centuries are upon him. He is compared with Homer, Dante, Shakespeare, Milton. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow milton writing past The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness, the taste and stain from the lees of the vat. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow crush wine heart In the mouths of many men soft words are like roses that soldiers put into the muzzles of their muskets on holidays. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow holiday hypocrisy men And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow forever heart hands They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow pain literature suffering Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the surface Is as the tossing buoy, that betrays where the anchor is hidden. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow buoys anchors feelings Everyone says that forgiveness is a lovely idea until he has something to forgive. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow forgiveness inspirational ideas Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow time life art God sifted a whole nation that he might send choice grain over into this wilderness. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wilderness choices might Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow time motivational inspirational
