Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on Life
1807–1882 United States
← All quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
7 quotes
Love is sunshine, hate is shadow,
Life is checkered shade and sunshine.
The Song of Hiawatha (1855)
There is no Death! What seems so is transition;
This life of mortal breath
Is but a suburb of the life elysian,
Whose portal we call Death.
The Seaside and the Fireside (1850)
O thou child of many prayers!
Life hath quicksands; life hath snares!
Ballads and Other Poems (1842)
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
Voices of the Night (1839)
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.
Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes must be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought!
Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares!