Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes About Earth

Quotes about: Earth

• Even He that died for us upon the cross, in the last hour, in the unutterable agony of death, was mindful of His mother, as if to teach us that this holy love should be our last worldly thought - the last point of earth from which the soul should take its flight for heaven.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Mother, Agony, Heaven

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1835). “Outre-mer: a pilgrimage beyond the sea”, p.191

• And in despair I bowed my head; "There is no peace on earth," I said; "For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!" Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: "God is not dead, nor doth he sleep! The Wrong shall fail, the Right prevail, With peace on earth, good-will to men!

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Christmas, Song, Strong

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.476, Library of America

• 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, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Friendship, Song, Strong

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Everyman's Poetry”, p.55, Hachette UK

• 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

  Christmas, Sweet, Xmas

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.475, Library of America

• Oh, how beautiful is the summer night, which is not night, but a sunless, yet unclouded, day, descending upon earth with dews and shadows and refreshing coolness! How beautiful the long mild twilight, which, like a silver clasp, unites today with yesterday!

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Beautiful, Summer, Twilight

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1854). “Poems. New edition”, p.410

• God sent his Singers upon earth
  With songs of sadness and of mirth,
  That they might touch the hearts of men,
  And bring them back to heaven again.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Song, Heart, Sadness

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.138

• The sentence of the first murderer was pronounced by the Supreme Judge of the universe. Was it death? No, it was life. 'A fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth'; and 'Whosoever slayeth Cain, vengeance shall be taken on him sevenfold.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Taken, Judging, Vagabonds

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1887). “Final Memorials of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”

• Prayer is innocence's friend; and willingly flieth incessant 'twist the earth and the sky, the carrier-pigeon of heaven.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Prayer, Sky, Heaven

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Sir John Gilbert (1858). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow ... A Complete Edition, Including the Song of Hiawatha. With Illustrations by J. Gilbert, Etc”, p.73

• The Laws of Nature are just, but terrible. There is no weak mercy in them. Cause and consequence are inseparable and inevitable. The elements have no forbearance. The fire burns, the water drowns, the air consumes, the earth buries. And perhaps it would be well for our race if the punishment of crimes against the Laws of Man were as inevitable as the punishment of crimes against the Laws of Nature -were Man as unerring in his judgments as Nature.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Nature, Men, Law

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1873). “Prose Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.452

• For 'tis sweet to stammer one letter
  Of the Eternal's language; - on earth it is called Forgiveness!

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Forgiveness, Sweet, Earth

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1861). “The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, including his translations and notes”, p.576

• The morrow was a bright September morn; The earth was beautiful as if newborn; There was nameless splendor everywhere, That wild exhilaration in the air, Which makes the passers in the city street Congratulate each other as they meet.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Beautiful, Air, Cities

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.371, Library of America

• An angel visited the green earth, and took a flower away.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Flower, Angel, Earth

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, “Voices Of The Night: The Reaper And The Flowers”

• Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Stars, Flower, Blue

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1849). “The Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ; Complete in One Volume”, p.10

• Stars of earth, these golden flowers; emblems of our own great resurrection; emblems of the bright and better land.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Stars, Flower, Land

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Horace Elisha Scudder (1922). “The Complete Poetical Works of Longfellow”

• 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

  Inspirational, Men, Genius

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.729, Library of America

• I shot an arrow into the air, it fell to earth, I knew not where.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Air, Arrows, Earth

  'The Arrow and the Song' (1845)

• The warriors that fought for their country, and bled, Have sunk to their rest; the damp earth is their bed; No stone tells the place where their ashes repose, Nor points out the spot from the graves of their foes. They died in their glory, surrounded by fame, And Victory's loud trump their death did proclaim; They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast, And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Country, Warrior, Names

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Horace Elisha Scudder (1922). “The Complete Poetical Works of Longfellow”

• These stars of earth, these golden flowers.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Stars, Flower, Earth

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1848). “Poems”, p.10

• For hate is strong,
  And mocks the song
  Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Song, Strong, Hate

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.334

• 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.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Fashion, Animal, Men

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.1578, Delphi Classics

• How absolute and omnipotent is the silence of night! And yet the stillness seems almost audible! From all the measureless depths of air around us comes a half-sound, a half-whisper, as if we could hear the crumbling and falling away of earth and all created things, in the great miracle of nature, decay and reproduction, ever beginning, never ending,--the gradual lapse and running of the sand in the great hour-glass of Time.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Running, Fall, Night

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1851). “The prose works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.413

• God is not dead; nor doth He sleep; ...
  The wrong shall fail,
  The right prevail,
  With peace on earth, good will to men.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Peace, Sleep, Men

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.334

• They who live in history only seemed to walk the earth again.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  History, Earth, Walks

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1856). “Poetical Works by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Illustrated with Upwards of One Hundred and Sixty Engravings on Wood, from Designs by Jane E. Benham, Birket Foster, Etc”, p.203

• They, the holy ones and weakly,
  Who the cross of suffering bore,
  Folded their pale hands so meekly,
  Spake with us on earth no more!

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Hands, Suffering, Earth

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1849). “The Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ; Complete in One Volume”, p.10

• But ah! what once has been shall be no more! The groaning earth in travail and in pain Brings forth its races, but does not restore, And the dead nations never rise again.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Pain, Race, Doe

  1855 'The Jewish Cemetery at Newport'.

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