God is not dead; nor doth He sleep; ... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow More Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow More Quotes From Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 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! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow dreamtimebeautiful 'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees Henry Wadsworth Longfellow sundayeasterair Ne speaketh not; and yet there lies a conversation in his eyes. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow loyaltyeyelying Day of the Lord, as all our days should be! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow sabbathshouldlord Under a spreading chestnut-tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow strongmenhands There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wingslovelife If spring came but once a century instead of once a year, or Henry Wadsworth Longfellow naturespringtime When one is truly in love, one not only says it, but shows it. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow insperationalshowslove I am more afraid of deserving criticism than of receiving it. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow deservingreceivingcriticism 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. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow congratulationsliteraturesuccess 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. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow perseverancesuccessinspirational Then followed that beautiful season... Summer.... Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow junesummerbeautiful My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow oceanheartbeach Does not all the blood within me Henry Wadsworth Longfellow sunshinespringlife Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow depressingsadlife Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon Like a magician extended his golden want o'er the landscape; Trinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forest Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow sunsetfiresky It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow sea Your silent tents of green Henry Wadsworth Longfellow memorial-dayupliftingmemories The life of woman is full of woe, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow womensadheart Decide not rashly. The decision made Henry Wadsworth Longfellow returnchoicesdecision
