Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes

1807–1882 United States

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (27 February 1807 – 24 March 1882) was an American poet and one of the five members of the group known as the Fireside Poets.

United States
19th-century poets
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Also known as: Henry W. Longfellow, Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth

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But noble souls, through dust and heat,
Rise from disaster and defeat
The stronger.

So mild, so merciful, so strong, so good,
So patient, peaceful, loyal, loving, pure.

This is the field and Acre of our God,
This is the place where human harvests grow!

For Time will teach thee soon the truth,
There are no birds in last year's nest!

Ballads and Other Poems (1842)

The ceaseless rain is falling fast,
And yonder gilded vane,
Immovable for three days past,
Points to the misty main.

Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.

The Belfry of Bruges and Other Poems (1845)

There's a brave fellow! There's a man of pluck!
A man who's not afraid to say his say,
Though a whole town's against him.

Christus (1872)

The star of the unconquered will,
He rises in my breast,
Serene, and resolute, and still,
And calm, and self-possessed.

A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.

Table-Talk (1857)

Whatever poet, orator, or sage
May say of it, old age is still old age.

These faces in the mirrors
Are but the shadows and phantoms of myself.

And the hooded clouds, like friars,
Tell their beads in drops of rain.

Leaving us heirs to amplest heritages
Of all the best thoughts of the greatest sages,
And giving tongues unto the silent dead!

The heaven of poetry and romance still lies around us and within us.

O thou sculptor, painter, poet,
Take this lesson to thy heart;
That is best which lieth nearest;
Shape from that thy work of art.

Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

This life of ours is a wild æolian harp of many a joyous strain,
But under them all there runs a loud perpetual wail, as of souls in pain.

There comes to me out of the Past
A voice, whose tones are sweet and wild,
Singing a song almost divine,
And with a tear in every line.

O holy Night! from thee I learn to bear
What man has borne before!
Thou layest thy fingers on the lips of Care,
And they complain no more.

Do not delay,
Do not delay: the golden moments fly!

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