Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
(1807 - 1882)
American poet and educator.
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Science Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (9 quotes)
A Lady with a Lamp shall stand
In the great history of the land,
A noble type of good,
Heroic womanhood.
In the great history of the land,
A noble type of good,
Heroic womanhood.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
'Santa Filomena' (1857), The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow? (1867), 333.
As great Pythagoras of yore,
Standing beside the blacksmith’s door,
And hearing the hammers, as they smote
The anvils with a different note,
Stole from the varying tones, that hung
Vibrant on every iron tongue,
The secret of the sounding wire.
And formed the seven-chorded lyre.
Standing beside the blacksmith’s door,
And hearing the hammers, as they smote
The anvils with a different note,
Stole from the varying tones, that hung
Vibrant on every iron tongue,
The secret of the sounding wire.
And formed the seven-chorded lyre.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
From poem 'Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie' (1847), as collected in The Poetical Works of H.W. Longfellow (1855), 132.
Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In 'Hyperion', The Prose Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1851), 137.
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
'Elegiac Verse' XI, In the Harbor: Ultima Thule—Part II (1882), 57.
Lives of great men remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And departing leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time.
We can make our lives sublime,
And departing leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
From poem, 'A Psalm of Life', collected in Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1856), 73.
Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Louis Klopsch, Many Thoughts of Many Minds (1896), 106.
Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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The swallow is come!
The swallow is come!
O, fair are the seasons, and light
Are the days that she brings,
With her dusky wings,
And her bosom snowy white!
The swallow is come!
O, fair are the seasons, and light
Are the days that she brings,
With her dusky wings,
And her bosom snowy white!
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In Hyperion: A Romance (1839), Vol. 1, Book 2, 97.
This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean
Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean
Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
From poem 'Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie' (1847), as collected in The Poetical Works of H.W. Longfellow (1855), 7.