Henry Wadsworth Longfellow quotes - page 11

As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, Leads by the hand her little child to bed, Half willing, half reluctant to be led, And leave his broken playthings on the floor. Still gazing at them through the open door, Nor wholly reassured and comforted By promises of others in their stead Which, the more splendid, may not please him more So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest so gently, that we go Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay, Being too full of sleep to understand How far the unknown transcends the what we know. (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
Gone are the living, but the dead remain, And not neglected for a hand unseen, Scattering its bounty like a summer rain, Still keeps their graves and their remembrance green. View quote
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Nothing that is can pause or stay The moon will wax, the moon will wane, The mist and cloud will turn to rain, The rain to mist and cloud again, Tomorrow be today. View quote
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Many readers judge of the power of a book by the shock it gives their feelings as some savage tribes determine the power of muskets by their recoil that being considered best which fairly prostrates the purchaser. View quote
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If I am not worth the wooing, I am surely not worth the winning. View quote
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Ah, how skillful grows the hand That obeyeth Love's command It is the heart and not the brain That to the highest doth attain, And he who followeth Love's behest Far excelleth all the rest. View quote
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Age is opportunity no less than youth itself. View quote
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But noble souls, through dust and heat, Rise from disaster and defeat The stronger. View quote
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The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone. View quote
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How beautiful is youth how bright it gleams with its illusions, aspirations, dreams Book of Beginnings, Story without End, Each maid a heroine, and each man a friend. View quote
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With many readers brilliancy of style passes for affluence of thought they mistake buttercups in the grass for immeasurable mines of gold under ground. (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls The burial-ground God's-Acre! It is just; It consecrates each grave within its walls, And breathes a benison o'er the sleeping dust. View quote
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It is autumn not without But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about It is I that have grown old. View quote
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Learn to labour and to wait. View quote
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Man is unjust, but God is just and finally justice Triumphs. View quote
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In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle Be a hero in the strife. View quote
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Buried was the bloody hatchet Buried were all warlike weapons, And the war-cry was forgotten. Then was peace among the nations. View quote
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How far the gulf-stream of our youth may flow Into the arctic regions of our lives, Where little else than life itself survives. View quote
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Look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger. View quote
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The course of my long life hath reached at last in fragile bark over a tempestuous sea the common harbor, where must rendered be account for all the actions of the past. View quote
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Oh, what a glory doth this world put on, for him who with a fervent heart goes forth under the bright and glorious sky, and looks on duties well performed, and days well spent. (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood; as the Emperors signed their names in green ink when under age, but when of age, in purple. View quote
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The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air. View quote
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I am more afraid of deserving criticism than of receiving it. I stand in awe of my own opinion. The secret demerits of which we alone, perhaps, are conscious, are often more difficult to bear than those which have been publicly censured in us, and thus in some degree atoned for. View quote
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A coquette is a young lady of more beauty than sense, more accomplishments than learning, more charms not person than graces of mind, more admirers than friends, mole fools than wise men for attendants. View quote
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