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    Give what you have to somebody, it may be better than you think.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    tags: fate  rain 
     
    The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    tags: grace  ghost  poet 
     
    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
    tags: time  men  live 
     
    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
    tags: heart  learn 
     
    Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    tags: time  men  secret  world  sad  sorrow 
     
    In character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    Not chance of birth or place has made us friends, Being oftentimes of different tongues and nations, But the endeavor for the selfsame ends, With the same hopes, and fears, and aspirations.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    tags: fear  chance  friends  birth  hope 
     
    I cannot believe any man can be perfectly well in body, who has much labor of the mind to perform.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    tags: men  believe  body  mind 
     
    This will be a great day in our history; the date of a New Revolution - quite as much needed as the old one. Even now as I write they are leading old John Brown to execution in Virginia for attempting to rescue slaves! This is sowing the wind to reap the whirlwind which will come soon!
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    tags: revolution  write 
     
    I venerate old age; and I love not the man who can look without emotion upon the sunset of life, when the dusk of evening begins to gather over the watery eye, and the shadows of twilight grow broader and deeper upon the understanding.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    It is the Harvest Moon! On gilded vanes and roofs of villages, on woodland crests and their aerial neighborhoods of nests deserted, on the curtained window-panes of rooms where children sleep, on country lanes and harvest-fields, its mystic splendor rests.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    tags: children  sleep  child 
     
    The hearts of some women tremble like leaves at every breath of love which reaches them, and they are still again. Others, like the ocean, are moved only by the breath of a storm, and not so easily lulled to rest.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    tags: women  heart  ocean 
     
    Magnificent autumn! He comes not like a pilgrim, clad in russet weeds; not like a hermit, clad in gray; but like a warrior with the stain of blood in his brazen mail.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    tags: blood 
     
    Fame grows like a tree if it have the principle of growth in it; the accumulated dews of ages freshen its leaves.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    tags: growth  age  fame 
     
    The pleasant books, that silently among Our household treasures take familiar places, And are to us as if a living tongue Spake from the printed leaves or pictured faces!
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    tags: living  book 
     
    In December ring Every day the chimes; Loud the gleemen sing In the streets their merry rhymes. Let us by the fire Ever higher Sing them till the night expire!
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    tags: night  fire  rhyme 
     
    The great tragedy of the average man is that he goes to his grave with his music still in him.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    tags: men  tragedy  music 
     
    Know how sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    tags: strong 
     
    A life that is worth writing at all is worth writing minutely.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    tags: writing  worth 
     
    It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    tags: passion 
     
    In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    tags: men  world 
     
    It takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why you did it wrong.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    tags: time  right  wrong 
     
    A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    tags: men  wise  book  year 
     
    The things that have been and shall be no more, The things that are, and that hereafter shall be, The things that might have been, and yet were not, The fading twilight of joys departed.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    tags: joy 
     
    Ambition is so powerful a passion in the human breast, that however high we reach we are never satisfied.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    Labor with what zeal we will, Something still remains undone, Something uncompleted still Waits the rising of the sun.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    A spirit of criticism, if indulged in, leads to a censoriousness of disposition that is destructive of all nobler feeling. The man who lives to find faults has a miserable mission.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    tags: criticism  men  live  spirit 
     
    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
    tags: men  earth  genius 
     
    For the structure that we raise,Time is with materials filled;Our to-days and yesterdaysAre the blocks with which we build.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    Every man has a paradise around him till he sins, and the angel of an accusing conscience drives him from his Eden.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    tags: men  conscience  sin  angel 
     
    For next to being a great poet is the power of understanding one.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    But the nearer the dawn the darker the night, And by going wrong all things come right. Things have been mended that were worse, and the the worse, the nearer they are to mend.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    tags: night  right  wrong 
     
    O lovely eyes of azure, Clear as the waters of a brook that run Limpid and laughing in the summer sun!
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    tags: eyes  summer  water 
     
    The low desire, the base designThat makes another's virtues less.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    tags: desires  virtue 
     
    Our blossoms of passion, gay and luxuriant flowers, are bright and full of fragrance, but they beguile us and lead us astray, and their odor is deadly.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    tags: flowers  gay  passion 
     
    So disasters come not singly; But as if they watched and waited, Scanning one another's motions, When the first descends, the others Follow, follow, gathering flock-wiseRound their victim, sick and wounded, First a shadow, then a sorrow, Till the air is dark with anguish.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    tags: sorrow  dark  victim 
     
    The Nile, forever new and old, Among the living and the dead, Its mighty, mystic stream has rolled.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    tags: living  forever 
     
    O, though oft oppressed and lonely,All my fears are laid aside,If I but remember onlySuch as these have lived and died!
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    tags: fear 
     
    When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
    — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    tags: music 
     
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    henry wadsworth longfellow
    Birth    : February 27, 1807
    Death  : March 24, 1882
    Occupation  : Poet