926 Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Into each life, some rain must fall / Some days must be dark and dreary.

Multitudinous echoes awoke and died in the distance. . . . . And, when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence.

My soul is full of longing / For the secret of the sea, / And the heart of the great ocean / Sends a thrilling pulse through me.

There are no birds in last year's nest.

Like a river down the gutter roars the rain, the welcome rain!

Under the spreading chestnut tree / The village smithy stands; / The smith a mighty man is he / With large and sinewy hands./ And the muscles of his brawny arms / Are strong as iron bands

Sit in reverie and watch the changing colors / Of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.

My soul is longing for the secrets of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me.

A boy's will is the wind's will, / And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.