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Prose Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow · 1857

★ 5.4

One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Atlantic Monthly · 1861

★ 5.4

Poem · Magazine

Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Knickerbocker · 1838

★ 3.8

Poem

Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

1842

★ 3.8

Poem · Magazine

Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Knickerbocker · 1838

★ 3.7

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Waif: A Collection of Poems · 1845

★ 3.7

Poem

Not in the clamor of the crowded street, Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

1878

★ 3.7

Poem

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

1882

★ 3.7

Poem

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing; Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

1873

★ 3.6

Poem

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.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

1847

★ 3.5

Poem · Magazine

His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Knickerbocker · 1840

★ 2.7

Poem · Magazine

Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Knickerbocker · 1838

★ 2.1

Poem · Magazine

Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Knickerbocker · 1838

★ 2.1

Poem · Magazine

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act,—act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Knickerbocker · 1838

★ 2.1

Poem · Magazine

Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Knickerbocker · 1840

★ 2.0

Poem

Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

1850

★ 1.9

As unto the bow 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

The Song of Hiawatha · 1855

★ 1.9

Interview

The people who weep before my pictures are having the same religious experience I had when I painted them.

Mark Rothko

★ 1.9

Interview

The most important tool the artist fashions through constant practice is faith in his ability to produce miracles when they are needed.

Mark Rothko

★ 1.9

Poem · Magazine

Under a spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Knickerbocker · 1840

★ 1.1

Magazine

Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent.

Stephen King

2007

★ 1.1

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