HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW (1807–1882) WAS A RENOWNED 19TH-CENTURY NOVELIST AND POET.
“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, The Secret of the Sea
“No one is so accursed by fate,
No one so utterly desolate,
But some heart, though unknown,
Responds unto his own.”
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Endymion (1842)
“Tell me not in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.”
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
“Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall”
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Rainy Day
“Every heart has its secret sorrows which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad.”
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hyperion, Bk. III, Ch. IV (1839)
“Look not mournfully into the Past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the Present. It is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy Future, without fear, and with a manly heart.”
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hyperion, Bk. IV, Ch. VIII (1839)
“Thy fate is the common fate of all;
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.”
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Rainy Day
“I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where.”
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Arrow and the Song (1845)
“God sent his Singers upon earth
With songs of sadness and of mirth,
That they might touch the hearts of men,
And bring them back to heaven again.”
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Singers (1849)
“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, The Ladder of St. Augustine, st. 10
“A Lady with a Lamp shall stand
In the great history of the land,
A noble type of good,
Heroic womanhood.”
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Santa Filomena, st. 10 (1858)
“Time has laid his hand
Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it,
But as a harper lays his open palm
Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.”
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Golden Legend, Pt. IV, The Cloisters (1872)
“The grave itself is but a covered bridge,
Leading from light to light, through a brief darkness!”
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Golden Legend, Pt. V, A Covered Bridge at Lucerne
“All nature, he holds, is a respiration
Of the Spirit of God, who, in breathing hereafter
Will inhale it into his bosom again,
So that nothing but God alone will remain.”
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Golden Legend, Pt. VI, A travelling Scholastic affixing his Theses to the gate of the College
“The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart,
When the full river of feeling overflows.”
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Holidays (1878)
“I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!”
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Christmas Bells
“For age is opportunity no less
Than youth itself, though in another dress,
And as the evening twilight fades away
The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.”
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Morituri Salutamus
“Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time”
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
“Nothing useless is, or low;
Each thing in its place is best;
And what seems but idle show
Strengthens and supports the rest.”
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Builders (1849)