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• This is the forest primeval. -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Evangeline, Part i
• When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Evangeline, Part i...
• And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Evangeline, Part ii...
• The star of the unconquered will. -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Light of Sta
• Oh, fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know erelong,-- Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Light of Sta...
• In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen pa
  For the gods see everywhere. -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Builde...
• 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 W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Flowe...
• 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....
• The prayer of Ajax was for light. -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Goblet of Life