926 Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The natural alone is permanent.

I am the Angel of the Sun Whose flaming wheels began to run When God's almighty breath Said to the darkness and the Night, Let there be light! and there was light.

I do not love thee less for what is done, And cannot be undone. Thy very weakness Hath brought thee nearer to me, and henceforth My love will have a sense of pity in it, Making it less a worship than before.

For the structure that we raise, Time is with materials filled; Our to-days and yesterdays Are the blocks with which we build.

The country is lyric, the town dramatic. When mingled, they make the most perfect musical drama.

Does not all the blood within me Leap to meet thee, leap to meet thee, As the springs to meet the sunshine.

Music is the language spoken by angels.

Magnificent autumn! He comes not like a pilgrim, clad in russet weeds; not like a hermit, clad in gray; but like a warrior with the stain of blood in his brazen mail.

No action, whether foul or fair, Is ever done, but it leaves somewhere A record, written by fingers ghostly, As a blessing or a curse, and mostly In the greater weakness or greater strength Of the acts which follow it.