Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Three Kings came riding from far away: Melchior and Gaspar and Balthazar. Three Wise Men out of the East were they, And they travelled by night and they slept by day; For their guide was a beautiful, wonderful star. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the features of the mother's face, her aspect and her attitude. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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. This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman? Where is the thatch-roofed village, the home of Acadian farmers -- - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

This memory brightens o'er the past; as when the sun, concealed; behind some cloud that near us hangs; shines on a distant field. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

For after all, the best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Consult the dead upon things that were, but the living only on things that are. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Give what you have. To someone it may be better than you dare to think. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, to some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth, there are no birds in last year's nest! - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The bravest are the tenderest. The loving are the daring. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

It has done me good to be somewhat parched by the heat and drenched by the rain of life. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

If spring came but once a century instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake and not in silence, what wonder and expectation there would be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow