926 Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

O beautiful, awful summer day, what hast thou given, what taken away?

Ah me! what wonder-working, occult science Can from the ashes in our hearts once more The rose of youth restore? What craft of alchemy can bid defiance To time and change, and for a single hour Renew this phantom-flower?

I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.

In the elder days of art Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part, For the Gods are everywhere

Every author has the whole past to contend with; all the centuries are upon him. He is compared with Homer, Dante, Shakespeare, Milton.

This is the place. Stand still, my steed,- Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy past The forms that once have been.

A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.

If a woman shows too often the Medusa's head, she must not be astonished if her lover is turned into stone.

The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.