Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes About Flight

Quotes about: Flight

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

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Inspirational, Success, Perseverance

  'The Ladder of Saint Augustine' (1850)

• 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

• 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

• 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.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Fall, Night, Eagles

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1848). “Poems”, p.108

• Men are four;
  He who knows and knows not that he knows. He is asleep; wake him.
  He who knows not and knows not that he knows not. He is a fool; shun him.
  He who knows not and knows that he knows not. He is a child; teach him.
  He who knows and knows that he knows. He is a king; follow him.
  The heights by great men reached and kept
  Were not attained by sudden flight,
  But they, while their companions slept,
  Were toiling upward in the night.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Kings, Children, Night

• More hearts are breaking in this world of ours Than one would say. In distant villages And solitudes remote, where winds have wafted The barbed seeds of love, or birds of passage Scattered them in their flight, do they take root, And grow in silence, and in silence perish.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Heart, Wind, Roots

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1849). “The Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ; Complete in One Volume”, p.73

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