White swan of cities slumbering in thy nest . . . White phantom city, whose untrodden streets Are rivers, and whose pavements are the shifting Shadows of the palaces and strips of sky. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow More Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow More Quotes From Henry Wadsworth Longfellow For the structure that we raise, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow block yesterday art The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, Kisses the blushing leaf. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow kissing sweet wind O lovely eyes of azure, Clear as the waters of a brook that run Limpid and laughing in the summer sun! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow eye summer running A spirit of criticism, if indulged in, leads to a censoriousness of disposition that is destructive of all nobler feeling. The man who lives to find faults has a miserable mission. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow gratitude feelings men Ambition is so powerful a passion in the human breast, that however high we reach we are never satisfied. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow passion powerful stars Ah, yes, the sea is still and deep, All things within its bosom sleep! A single step, and all is o'er, A plunge, a bubble, and no more. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow suicide sea sleep Much must he toil who serves the Immortal Gods. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow immortal toil The low desire, the base design Henry Wadsworth Longfellow virtue design desire Build me straight. O worthy Master! Staunch and strong, a goodly vessel That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ships strong laughing In old age our bodies are worn-out instruments, on which the soul tries in vain to play the melodies of youth. But because the instrument has lost its strings, or is out of tune, it does not follow that the musician has lost his skill. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow skills soul play Perhaps there lives some dreamy boy, untaught Henry Wadsworth Longfellow boys art school O, though oft oppressed and lonely, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow died lonely remember Our blossoms of passion, gay and luxuriant flowers, are bright and full of fragrance, but they beguile us and lead us astray, and their odor is deadly. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow passion gay flower But the nearer the dawn the darker the night, And by going wrong all things come right. Things have been mended that were worse, and the the worse, the nearer they are to mend. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow optimism dawn night Many have genius, but, wanting art, are forever dumb. The two must go together to form the great poet, painter, or sculptor. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow forever two art The Nile, forever new and old, Among the living and the dead, Its mighty, mystic stream has rolled. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow mystic streams forever When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow exquisite headstone music Nothing is or can be accidental with God. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow accidents Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow genius inspirational men There is no light in earth or heaven but the cold light of stars; and the first watch of night is given to the red planet Mars. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow stars light night
