926 Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Then, too, the Old Year dieth, / And the forests utter a moan, / Like the voice of one who crieth / In the wilderness alone, / "Vex not his ghost!"

Commissioned by high-thundering Zeus, to lead a maiden to Prometheus, in his tower.

Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined often in a wooden house a golden room we find.

God's illumined promise.

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not, and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

A single conversation across a table with a wise man is better than ten year's study of books.

Their memories overgrown / With other thoughts and troubles of my own, / As graves with grasses are, and at their head / The stone with moss and lichens so o'er spread,

Feet that run on willing errands!

Saint Augustine! well hast thou said, / That of our vices we can frame / A ladder, if we will but tread / Beneath our feet each deed of shame!