Quotes
Quotes - Longfellow
It takes less time to do things right that to explain why you did it wrong.
To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution.
For after all, the best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.
Resolve, and thou art free.
Resolve and thou art free.
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
The Rhine! the Rhine! a blessing on the Rhine!
Beneath me flows the Rhine, and, like the stream of Time, it flows amid the ruins of the Past.
Two ways the rivers Leap down to different seas, and as they roll Grow deep and still, and their majestic presence Becomes a benefaction to the towns They visit, wandering silently among them, Like patriarchs old among their shining tents.
He loved the twilight that surrounds The border-land of old romance; Where glitter hauberk, helm, and lance, And banner waves, and trumpet sounds, And ladies ride with hawk on wrist, And mighty warriors sweep along, Magnified by the purple mist, The dusk of centuries and of song.
Romance is the poetry of literature.
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
Ah! vainest of all things Is the gratitude of kings.
Day of the Lord, as all our days should be!
A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Sculpture is more divine, and more like Nature, That fashions all her works in high relief, And that is Sculpture. This vast ball, the Earth, Was moulded out of clay, and baked in fire; Men, women, and all animals that breathe Are statues, and not paintings.
Sculpture is more than painting. It is greater To raise the dead to life than to create Phantoms that seem to live.
He that respects himself is safe from others; He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.
Build me straight. O worthy Master! Staunch and strong, a goodly vessel That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!
There's not a ship that sails the ocean, But every climate, every soil, Must bring its tribute, great or small, And help to build the wooden wall!
And the wind plays on those great sonorous harps, the shrouds and masts of ships.
And fast through the midnight dark and drear, Through the whistling sleet and snow, Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept Towards the reef of Norman's Woe.
Man-like it is to fall into sin; fiendlike it is to dwell therein.
He the sweetest of all singers.
Sang in tones of deep emotion Songs of love and songs of longing.
