Look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow More Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow More Quotes From Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow sorrowtimeinspirational Take them, O Death! and bear away Whatever thou canst call thine own! Thine image, stamped upon this clay, Doth give thee that, but that alone! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow claysadgiving When you ask one friend to dine, Give him your best wine! When you ask two, The second best will do! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow winegivingtwo Trouble is the next best thing to enjoyment; there is no fate in the world so horrible as to have no share in either its joys or sorrows. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow fatesorrowjoy Round about what is, lies a whole mysterious world of might be, a psychological romance of possibilities and things that do not happen. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow romancelyingideas Winter giveth the fields, and the trees so old, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wintertreesnow An enlightened mind is not hoodwinked; it is not shut up in a gloomy prison till it thinks the walls of its dungeon the limits of the universe, and the reach of its own chain the outer verge of intelligence. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wallmindthinking Thus thought I, as by night I read Of the great army of the dead, The trenches cold and damp, The starved and frozen camp,-- The wounded from the battle-plain, In dreary hospitals of pain, The cheerless corridors, The cold and stony floors. Lo! in that house of misery A lady with a lamp I see Pass through the glimmering gloom And flit from room to room. And slow, as in a dream of bliss, The speechless sufferer turns to kiss Her shadow, as it falls Upon the darkening walls. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wallpaindream Time rides with the old Henry Wadsworth Longfellow horizonagetime Simplicity is the character of the spring of life, costliness becomes its autumn; but a neatness and purity, like that of the snow-drop or lily of the valley, is the peculiar fascination of beauty, to which it lends enchantment, and gives what amiability is to the mind. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow autumnspringcharacter The surest pledge of a deathless name Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow silencenamesideas The Devil hinders me. You know I say Henry Wadsworth Longfellow sinceritymeanthinking In what a forge and what a heat were shaped the anchors of thy hope! Fear not each sudden sound and shock; 'Tis of the wave and not the rock. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow anchorsrocksangel Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow silencesorrowstrong Two ways the rivers Leap down to different seas, and as they roll Grow deep and still, and their majestic presence Becomes a benefaction to the towns They visit, wandering silently among them, Like patriarchs old among their shining tents. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow seariverstwo This will be a great day in our history; the date of a New Revolution - quite as much needed as the old one. Even now as I write they are leading old John Brown to execution in Virginia for attempting to rescue slaves! This is sowing the wind to reap the whirlwind which will come soon! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow virginiawritingwar If you once understand an author's character, the comprehension of his writings becomes easy. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow easywritingcharacter Sculpture is more divine, and more like Nature, That fashions all her works in high relief, And that is Sculpture. This vast ball, the Earth, Was moulded out of clay, and baked in fire; Men, women, and all animals that breathe Are statues, and not paintings. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow fashionanimalmen Beautiful in form and feature, lovely as the day, can there be so fair a creature formed of common clay? Henry Wadsworth Longfellow lovelybeautifulbeauty Morality without religion is only a kind of dead reckoning - an endeavor to find our place on a cloudy sea by measuring the distance we have run, but without any observation of the heavenly bodies. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow distancesearunning
