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.”

“As Unto the bow the the cord is , So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, Though she draws him , yet she follows: Useless each without the other.”

“Resolve, and thou art free.”

“Unasked, Unsought, Love gives itself but is not bought”

“The Day is Done The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through th...”

“The Children's Hour Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamb...”

“Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.”

“The Arrow and the Song I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air,...”

“Art is long, and Time is fleeting.”

“Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn...”

“Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead.”

“Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives, When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives, Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain, But never will be sung to us again, Is they re...”

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

“Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining”

“Straight between them ran the pathway, Never grew the grass upon it”

“Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sand of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solenm m...”

“O, never from the memory of my heart Your dear, paternal image shall depart, Who while on earth, ere yet by death surprised, Taught me how mortals are immortalized; How grateful am I for tha...”

“Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.”

“Man is always more than he can know of himself; consequently, his accomplishments, time and again, will come as a surprise to him.”

“Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate; still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait.”