926 Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A boy's will is the wind's will.

Out of the shdows of night The world rolls into light.

Then fell upon the house a sudden gloom, a shadow on those features fair and thin. And softly, from the hushed and darkened room, two angels issued, where but one went in.

Work is my recreation, The play of faculty; a delight like that Which a bird feels in flying, or a fish In darting through the water,--Nothing more.

From dust thou art to dust returneth, was not spoken of the soul.

Autumn arrives like a warrior with the stain of blood upon his brazen mail. His crimson scarf is rent. His scarlet banner drips with gore. His step is like a flail upon the threshing floor.

As the heart is, so is love to the heart. It partakes of its strength or weakness, its health or disease.

The story, from beginning to end, I found again in a heart of a friend.

Something the heart must have to cherish, Must love and joy and sorrow learn; Something with passion clasp, or perish And in itself to ashes burn.