926 Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax, / Her checks like the dawn of day, / And her bosom white as the hawthorn bud / That ope in the month of May.

The day is done, and the darkness / Falls from the wings of Night, / As a feather is wafted downward / From an eagle in his flight.

Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.

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.

Age is opportunity no less,Than youth itself, through in another dress.

He speaketh not; and yet there lies a conversation in his eyes.

The student has his Rome , his whole glowing Italy, within the four walls of his library. He has in his books the ruins of an antique world and the glories of a modern one.

Trouble is the next best thing to enjoyment. There is no fate in the world so horrible as to have no share in either its joys or sorrows.

This memorial had not the effect of procuring them redress, and they were left to undergo their punishment in exile, and to mingle with the population among whom they were distributed, with the hope that in time their language, predictions, and even the recollection of their origin, would be lost amidst the mass of English people with whom they were incorporated.