Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow More Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow More Quotes From Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow time motivational inspirational I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow condolences sympathy death Torrent of light and river of air, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow stars rivers science A handful of red sand from the hot clime Henry Wadsworth Longfellow spy glasses time All sense of hearing and of sight enfold in the serene delight and quietude of sleep. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow delight sight sleep Take this sorrow to thy heart and make it part of thee, and it shall nourish thee till thou art strong again. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow sadness strong art I see, but cannot reach, the height That lies forever in the light. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow light ambition lying Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days That are no more, and shall no more return. Thou hast but taken up thy lamp and gone to bed; I stay a little longer, as one stays To cover up the embers that still burn. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow good-night condolences sympathy And in the wreck of noble lives Something immortal still survives. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow immortality wrecks noble Ah me! what wonder-working, occult science Can from the ashes in our hearts once more The rose of youth restore? What craft of alchemy can bid defiance To time and change, and for a single hour Renew this phantom-flower? Henry Wadsworth Longfellow flower rose heart There rises the moon, broad and tranquil, through the branches of a walnut tree on a hill opposite. I apostrophize it in the words of Faust; "O gentle moon, that lookest for the last time upon my agonies!" --or something to that effect. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow agony moon opposites Time has laid his hand Henry Wadsworth Longfellow heart time hands The pleasant books, that silently among Our household treasures take familiar places, And are to us as if a living tongue Spake from the printed leaves or pictured faces! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow tongue faces book For bells are the voice of the church; They have tones that touch and search The hearts of young and old. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow church-bells voice heart Today is the blocks with which we build. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow block live-in-the-moment today Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, to some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth, there are no birds in last year's nest! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow time retirement love Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest art of all the arts. Painting and sculpture are but images, Are merely shadows cast by outward things On stone or canvas, having in themselves No separate existence. Architecture, Existing in itself, and not in seeming A something it is not, surpasses them As substance shadow. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow bad-ass badass art O little feet! that such long years Must wander on through hopes and fears, Must ache and bleed beneath your load; I, nearer to the wayside inn Where toil shall cease and rest begin, Am weary, thinking of your road! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow sad feet thinking-of-you The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone. Shadows of evening fall around us, and the world seems but a dim reflection - itself a broader shadow. We look forward into the coming lonely night. The soul withdraws into itself. Then stars arise, and the night is holy. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow stars lonely fall When Christ ascended Triumphantly from star to star He left the gates of Heaven ajar. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow stars heaven christ
