Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men! ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#men

My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me. ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#ocean

Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart. ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#back #comes #fear #forth #future

The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained in sudden flight but, they while their companions slept, they were toiling upwards in the night. ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#inspirational #work #inspirational

Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face. ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#child #face #mother #nature #art

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. ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#man #marriage #poetry #woman #love

In character, in manner, in style, in all the things, the supreme excellence is simplicity ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#style

And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, and silently steal away. ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#night #music

If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it: Every arrow that flies feels the pull of the earth. ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#aspirations #aspiration

Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend. ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#friendship