Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes

Sleep… Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death.

Manlike it is to fall into sin, Fiend-like is it to dwell therein, Christlike it is for sin to grieve, Godlike it is all sin to leave.

The world loves a spice of wickedness.

In character, in manners, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity.

Ships that pass in the night, and speak to each other in passing; Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and a silence.

All that is best in the great poets of all countries is not what is national in them, but what is universal.

As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.

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

Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us. There lies the Land of a Song; there lies the poet’s native land.

Somewhat back from the village street Stands the old fashioned country-seat. Across its antique portico Tall poplars their shadows throw; And from its ancient station in the hall An ancient timepiece says to all, – Forever – never! Never – forever!