henry wadsworth longfellow Quotes

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.
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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.
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Lives of great men all remind us, we can make our lives sublime, and, departing, leave behind us, footprints on the sands of time.
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate; still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait.
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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.
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I cannot believe any man can be perfectly well in body, who has much labor of the mind to perform.
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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!
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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.
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— 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.
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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.
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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.
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Fame grows like a tree if it have the principle of growth in it; the accumulated dews of ages freshen its leaves.
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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!
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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!
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The great tragedy of the average man is that he goes to his grave with his music still in him.
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Know how sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong.
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A life that is worth writing at all is worth writing minutely.
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer.
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why you did it wrong.
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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.
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ambition is so powerful a passion in the human breast, that however high we reach we are never satisfied.
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— 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.
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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.
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
For next to being a great poet is the power of understanding one.
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— 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.
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O lovely eyes of azure, Clear as the waters of a brook that run Limpid and laughing in the summer sun!
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The low desire, the base designThat makes another's virtues less.
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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.
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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.
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Nile, forever new and old, Among the living and the dead, Its mighty, mystic stream has rolled.
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O, though oft oppressed and lonely,All my fears are laid aside,If I but remember onlySuch as these have lived and died!
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
henry wadsworth longfellow
Birth    : February 27, 1807
Death  : March 24, 1882
Occupation  : Poet