Patience; accomplish thy labor; accomplish thy work of affection! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow More Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow More Quotes From Henry Wadsworth Longfellow He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow losing-a-loved-one condolences sympathy Buried was the bloody hatchet; Buried was the dreadful war-club; Buried were all warlike weapons, And the war-cry was forgotten. Then was peace among the nations. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow clubs war peace A great sorrow, like a mariner's quadrant, brings the sun at noon down to the horizon, and we learn where we are on the sea of life. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow sorrow sea sun Love contending with friendship, and self with each generous impulse. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ships self life Every man has his secret sorrows. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow sad depression being-happy O summer day beside the joyous sea! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow july pain summer I will be a man among men; and no longer a dreamer among shadows. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow dreamer shadow men We often excuse our own want of philanthropy by giving the name of fanaticism to the more ardent zeal of others. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow names want giving That was the first sound in the song of love! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow fate song life Perhaps the chief cause which has retarded the progress of poetry in America, is the want of that exclusive cultivation, which so noble a branch of literature would seem to require. Few here think of relying upon the exertion of poetic talent for a livelihood, and of making literature the profession of life. The bar or the pulpit claims the greater part of the scholar's existence, and poetry is made its pastime. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow progress america thinking The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow literature should mind There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow secret heart water Sail forth into the sea of life, O gentle, loving, trusting wife, And safe from all adversity Upon the bosom of that sea Thy comings and thy goings be! For gentleness and love and trust Prevail o'er angry wave and gust; And in the wreck of noble lives Something immortal still survives. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow adversity wife sea And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters Henry Wadsworth Longfellow air noise water The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow counterfeit-money nature art The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow life-and-love stars twilight Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow golden sunday together After a day of cloud and wind and rain Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again, And touching all the darksome woods with light, Smiles on the fields until they laugh and sing, Then like a ruby from the horizon's ring, Drops down into the night. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow sunset rain night Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow triumph personality character 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 dream time beautiful
