Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.

– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.

– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.

– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.

– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

When a great man dies, for years the light he leaves behind him, lies on the paths of men.

– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The grave itself is but a covered bridge,
Leading from light to light, through a brief darkness!

– HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

The grave itself is but a covered bridge,
Leading from light to light, through a brief darkness!

– HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: “Doubtless criticism was originally benignant, pointing out the beauties of a work rather that its defects. The passions of men have made it malignant, as a bad heart of Procrustes turned the bed, the symbol of repose, into an instrument of torture.”

– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Doubtless Criticism Was Originally Benignant

He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.

– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.

– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.

– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain, and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Listen, every one That listen may, unto a tale That’s merrier than the nightingale.
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I heard the bells on Christmas Day; their old familiar carols play, and wild and sweet the word repeat of peace on earth, good-will to men!
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

All was silent as before All silent save the dripping rain.
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs And as silently steal away.
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget me nots of the angels.
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

It takes less time to do a thing right than to explain why you did it wrong.
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow