Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was an American poet and one of the five members of the group known as the Fireside Poets.
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I heard the bells on Christmas Day; their old familiar carols play. And wild and sweet the words repeat of peace on earth goodwill to men.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
And 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.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness, the taste and strain from the lees of the vat.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
For age is opportunity no less than youth itself, though in another dress, and as the evening twilight fades away, the sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Trust no future, however pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act, act in the living present! Heart within and God overhead.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it; every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To be 70 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.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
