926 Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Singing the Hundredth Psalm, the grand old Puritan anthem.

Fair words gladden so many a heart.

Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate, Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.

Next to being a great poet, is the power of understanding one

To be seventy years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-crowned summit, and see behind you the deep valley stretching miles and miles away, and before you other summits higher and whiter, which you may have strength to climb, or may not. Then you sit down and meditate and wonder which it will be.

Chill air and wintry winds! My ear has grown familiar with your song; I hear it in the opening year, I listen, and it cheers me long.

Some men must follow, and some command, though all are made of clay

It was Autumn, and incessant Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves, And, like living coals, the apples Burned among the withering leaves.

There's nothing fair nor beautiful, but takes Something from thee, that makes it beautiful.