Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime And departing leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.

To persevere in ones duty and to be silent is the best answer to calumny.

The night shall be filled with music And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs And as silently steal away.

All things must change to something new to something strange.

All things must change To something new to something strange.

Not in the clamor of the crowded street Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng But in ourselves are triumph and defeat.

In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer.

There was a little girl And she had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead When she was good she was very very good When she was bad she was horrid.

I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old familiar carols play And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth good-will to men!

The bravest are the tenderest. The loving are the daring.

Every dew-drop and raindrop had a whole heaven within it.

Thy fate is the common fate of all Into each life some rain must fall Some days must be dark and dreary.

All things come round to him who will but wait.

If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each mans life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.

None but yourself who are your greatest foe.

Each morning sees some task begin each evening sees it close Something attempted something done has earned a nights repose.

Thou driftest gently down the tides of sleep.

Noble souls through dust and heat rise from disaster and defeat the stronger.

Our faith triumphant oer our fears.

Ah how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.