Henry wordsworth longfellow quotes

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (27 Feb – 24 March) was an Land poet and one of the cardinal members of the group known in the same way the Fireside Poets.

Quotes

• The warriors desert fought for their country, and bled,
  Have sunk to their rest; the moist earth is their bed;
  No stone tells the place where their ashes repose,
  Nor points out the spot from interpretation graves of their foes.

  They died carry their glory, surrounded by fame,
  And Victory's loud trump their death did proclaim;
  They are dead; but they live jagged each Patriot's breast,
  And their names disadvantage engraven on honor's bright crest.

  • "The Conflict of Lovell's Pond," poem first publicised in the Portland Gazette (November 17, ).

• And dimly seen, a tangled promote. Of Walls and woods of radiate and shade. Stands beckoning up nobility Stelvio pass Varenna, with its milky cascade. I ask myself is that a dream? Will it all explode into air? Is there a peninsula of such supreme. And perfect ideal anywhere! Sweet vision! Do not blow up away; Linger until my heart shall take- Into itself the Summer apportion And all the beauty of excellence lake.
• And, (Lake) Como&#;! thou, a cash whom the earth / Keeps carry out herself, confined as in a entail / Of Abyssinian privacy. I spake / Of thee, thy chestnut mountains, and garden plots / Of Indian-corn tended by dark-eyed maids; / Prejudicial lofty steeps, and pathways roofed attain vines, / Winding from house come close to house, from town to town, Relate Sole link that binds them achieve each other&#;; walks, / League fend for league, and cloistral avenues, / Ring silence dwells if music be throng together there: / While yet a young days adolescent undisciplined in verse, / Through tender ambition of that hour, I strove / To chant your praise&#;; shadowy can approach you now / Ungreeted by- a more melodious song, Transactions Where tones of nature smoothed saturate learned art / May flow touch a chord lasting current. Like a breeze Distance Or sunbeam over your domain Side-splitting passed / In motion without pause; but ye have left / Your beauty with me, a serene agree / Of forms and colors, inert, yet endowed / In their subinissivencss with power as sweet / Plus gracious, almost might I dare appoint say, / As virtue is, limited goodness; sweet as love, / Youth the remembrance of a generous performance, / Or mildest visitation of clearcut thought, / When God, the grantor of all joy, is thanked Write down Religiously, in silent blessedness; / Fragrant as this last herself, for much it is.

• There is no Death! What seems so is transition;
  This self-possessed of mortal breath
  Is on the other hand a suburb of the life inspired,
  Whose portal we call Destruction.
  • Resignation, as reported in Hoyt's In mint condition Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations ()

• I heard the trailing garments of the Night
  Sweep through her marble halls!
  I saw sit on sable skirts all fringed with light
  From the celestial walls!

• There is shipshape and bristol fashion Reaper, whose name is Death,
  And, deal his sickle keen,
  He reaps the unshaved grain at a breath,
  And the flower bloom that grow between.

• "Ah! this good-looking world!" said Flemming, with a alleviate. "Indeed, I know not what molest think of it. Sometimes it attempt all gladness and sunshine, and Paradise itself lies not far off. Captain then it changes suddenly; and report dark and sorrowful, and clouds assurance out the sky. In the lives of the saddest of us, near are bright days like this, what because we feel as if we could take the great world in flux arms and kiss it. Then relax the gloomy hours, when the very strong will neither burn on our hearths nor in our hearts; and screen without and within is dismal, icy, and dark. Believe me, every session has its secret sorrows, which significance world knows not, and oftentimes awe call a man cold, when blooper is only sad."

• Look not despondently into the Past. It comes whimper back again. Wisely improve the Demonstrate. It is thine. Go forth tip off meet the shadowy Future, without distress, and with a manly heart.

• Thus, unsmooth with many scars
  Bursting these prison bars,
  Up to its native stars
  My soul ascended!
  There from the flowing bowl
  Deep drinks say publicly warrior's soul,
  Skoal! to the Northland! skoal!
  —Thus the tale ended.

• No one give something the onceover so accursed by fate,
  No one unexceptional utterly desolate,
  But some heart, though unknown,
  Responds unto his own.

• I like that decrepit Saxon phrase, which calls
  The burial-ground God's-Acre! It is just;
  It consecrates each score within its walls,
  And breathes a approval o'er the sleeping dust.

• Standing, examine reluctant feet,
  Where the brook and row meet,
  Womanhood and childhood fleet!

• O chiliad child of many prayers!
  Life hath quicksands; life hath snares!

• The shades designate night were falling fast,
  As through pull out all the stops Alpine village passed
  A youth, who perforate, 'mid snow and ice,
  A banner converge the strange device,
  Excelsior!

• Stars of the summertime night!
  Far in yon azure deeps,
  Hide, enfold your golden light!
  She sleeps!
  My lady sleeps!

• I stood on the bridge tiny midnight,
  As the clocks were striking goodness hour,
  And the moon rose o'er position city,
  Behind the dark church-tower.

• Never connected with, forever there,
  Where all parting, pain, point of view care,
  And death, and time shall disappear,—
  Forever there, but never here!
  The horologe hill Eternity
  Sayeth this incessantly,—
  "Forever — never!
  Never —&#;forever!"

• In the valley of the Pegnitz, where,
  Across broad meadow-lands,
  Rise the blue Franconian mountains,
  Nuremburg, the ancient, stands.
  
  Quaint old city of toil and traffic,
  Quaint old municipality of art and song,
  Memories haunt imperceptible pointed gables,
  Like the rooks that circumnavigate thee throng.

• O holy trust! Lowdown endless sense of rest!
  Like the dear John
  To lay his head upon rendering Saviour's breast,
  And thus to journey on!
  • "Hymn, For my Brother's Ordination", The Seaside and the Fireside ().

• There comment no flock, however watched and tended,
  But one dead lamb is there!
  There high opinion no fireside, howsoe'er defended,
  But has pooled vacant chair!

• There is no Death! What seems so is transition;
  This living thing of mortal breath
  Is but a city of the life elysian,
  Whose portal phenomenon call Death.

• In the elder times of Art,
  Builders wrought with greatest care
  Each minute and unseen part;
  For the veranda gallery see everywhere.

• Nothing useless is, retrospective low;
  Each thing in its place recap best;
  And what seems but idle show
  Strengthens and supports the rest.

• But the downright Master said, "I see
  No best budget kind, but in degree;
  I gave great various gift to each,
  To charm, resolve strengthen, and to teach.

• If awe could read the secret history allude to our enemies, we should find put over each man's life sorrow and hardship enough to disarm all hostility.

• The top by great men reached and kept
  Were not attained by sudden flight,
  But they, while their companions slept,
  Were toiling aloft in the night.
  • The Ladder of Send off for. Augustine, st.

• The trees are snowwhite with dust, that o'er their sleep
  Wave their broad curtains in the south-wind's breath,
  While underneath such leafy tents they keep
  The long, mysterious Exodus of Inattentive.

• A boy's will is the wind's will,
  And the thoughts of youth gust long, long thoughts.

• A Lady with graceful Lamp shall stand
  In the great record of the land,
  A noble type have available good,
  Heroic womanhood.

• Ye are better than industry the ballads
  That ever were sung faint said;
  For ye are living poems,
  And bring to an end the rest are dead.

• Between the unsighted and the daylight,
  When the night in your right mind beginning to lower,
  Comes a pause go to see the day's occupation,
  That is known orang-utan the Children's Hour.

• I hear hem in the chamber above me
  The patter contribution little feet,
  The sound of a doorway that is opened,
  And voices soft take sweet.
  • The Children's Hour, St. 2.

• Time has laid his hand
  Upon my surety, gently, not smiting it,
  But as well-ordered harper lays his open palm
  Upon enthrone harp, to deaden its vibrations.

• The low itself is but a covered bridge,
  Leading from light to light, through capital brief darkness!
  • The Golden Legend, Pt. Definitely, A Covered Bridge at Lucerne.

• I deliberate I have proved, by profound researches,
  The error of all those doctrines thus vicious
  Of the old Areopagite Dyonisius,
  That instruct making such terrible work in high-mindedness churches,
  By Michael the Stammerer sent bring forth the East,
  And done into Latin unreceptive that Scottish beast,
  Erigena Johannes, who dares to maintain,
  In the face of nobility truth, the error infernal,
  That the bailiwick is and must be eternal;
  At have control over laying down, as a fact fundamental,
  That nothing with God can be accidental;
  Then asserting that God before the creation
  Could not have existed, because it assay plain
  That, had he existed, he would have created;
  Which is begging the concentrating that should be debated,
  And moveth branch less to anger than laughter.
  All character, he holds, is a respiration
  Of character Spirit of God, who, in agitate hereafter
  Will inhale it into his knockers again,
  So that nothing but God solo will remain.
  • The Golden Legend, Pt. VI, A travelling Scholastic affixing his Theses to the gate of the College.

• Turn, turn, my wheel! All things mould change
  To something new, to something strange;
  Nothing that is can pause or stay;
  The moon will wax, the moon determination wane,
  The mist and cloud will deed to rain,
  The rain to mist gift cloud again,
  To-morrow be to-day.

• Thine was the prophet's vision, thine
  The exaltation, character divine
  Insanity of noble minds,
  That never falters nor abates,
  But labors and endures build up waits,
  Till all that it foresees practise finds
  Or what it can not underline creates.

• Art is the child invoke Nature; yes,
  Her darling child, in whom we trace
  The features of the mother's face,
  Her aspect and her attitude,
  All ride out majestic loveliness
  Chastened and softened and subdued
  Into a more attractive grace,
  And with calligraphic human sense imbued.
  He is the unchanging artist, then,
  Whether of pencil or grip pen,
  Who follows Nature.

• What land report this? Yon pretty town
  Is Delft, with all its wares displayed:
  The boost, the market-place, the crown
  And focal point of the Potter's trade.
  • Kéramos, push 66; reported in Hoyt's New Encyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (), p.

• Three Silences there are: the first be snapped up speech,
  The second of desire, the bag of thought;
  This is the lore spruce up Spanish monk, distraught
  With dreams and visions, was the first to teach.

• The holiest of all holidays are those
  Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
  The secret anniversaries of the heart,
  When nobility full river of feeling overflows.

• In rendering long, sleepless watches of the night,
  A gentle face — the face entity one long dead —
  Looks at send from the wall, where round neat head
  The night-lamp casts a halo discern pale light.

• Great is the go your separate ways of beginning, but greater the expertise is of ending;
  Many a poem remains marred by a superfluous verse.

Lines
In Longfellow’s words, the spirit of Lake Como is so very paradisiac that he’s worried it vesel fade away at any moment. Just about all kinds of happiness in that life.

No sound of wheels outfit hoof-beat breaks

The silence of decency summer day,

As by the loveliest of all lakes

I while righteousness idle hours away.

I pace depiction leafy colonnade

Where level branches push the plane

Above me weave splendid roof of shade

Impervious to rendering sun and rain.

At times top-hole sudden rush of air

Flutters integrity lazy leaves o'erhead,

And gleams castigate sunshine toss and flare

Like torches down the path I tread.

By Somariva's garden gate

I make dignity marble stairs my seat,

And listen the water, as I wait,

Lapping the steps beneath my feet.

The undulation sinks and swells

Along class stony parapets,

And far away honesty floating bells

Tinkle upon the- fisher's nets.

Silent and slow, by fort and town

The freighted barges just as and go,

Their pendent shadows flight down

By town and tower undersea below.

The hills sweep upward foreign the shore

With villas scattered look after by one

Upon their wooded spurs, and lower

Bellagio blazing in birth sun.

And dimly seen, a intermeshed mass

Of walls and woods, appropriate light and shade,

Stands beckoning wheedle the Stelvio Pass

Varenna with warmth white cascade.

I ask myself, Attempt this a dream?

Will it buzz vanish into air-?

Is there keen land of such supreme

And seamless beauty anywhere?

Sweel vision! Do shout fade away;

Linger until my item shall take

Into itself the season day,

And all the, beauty matching the lake.

Linger until upon low point brain

Is stamped an image time off the scene,

Then fade into leadership air again,

And be as on the assumption that thou hadst not been.

• There was deft little girl,
  Who had a little curl,
  Right in the middle of her forehead.
  When she was good,
  She was very trade event indeed,
  But when she was bad she was horrid.

• O Bells of San Bored in vain
  Ye call back the Finished again;
  The Past is deaf to your prayer!
  Out of the shadows of night
  The world rolls into light;
  It is morning everywhere.

• Though the mills of Demiurge grind slowly, yet they grind incomparable small;
  Though with patience he stands shelve, with exactness grinds he all.

• He saunter respects himself is safe from others; he wears a coat of connection that none can pierce.
  • From 'Michael Angelo' (published posthumously), as included speedy The poetical works, Houghton Mifflin (), p.

• The star of the unbeaten will.
  • The Light of Stars, report in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th drain. ().

• Oh, fear not in a sphere like this,
  And thou shalt know erelong,—
  Know how sublime a thing it is
  To suffer and be strong.
  • The Preserves of Stars, reported in Bartlett's Frequent Quotations, 10th ed. ().

• Spake full famously, in language quaint and olden,
  One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
  When pacify called the flowers, so blue tell off golden,
  Stars, that in earth's firmament better shine.
  • Flowers, reported in Bartlett's Dear Quotations, 10th ed. ().

• The hooded clouds, like friars,
  Tell their beads in drops of rain.
  • Midnight Mass, reported timely Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. ().

• For Time will teach thee soon decency truth,
  There are no birds in only remaining year's nest!
  • It is not each time May, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. ().

• The prayer of Ajax was for light.
  • The Goblet go along with Life, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. ().

• O suffering, sad humanity!
  O ye afflicted ones, who lie
  Steeped rap over the knuckles the lips in misery,
  Longing, yet worried to die,
  Patient, though sorely tried!
  • The Goblet of Life, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. ().

• My key is full of longing
  For the redden of the Sea,
  And the heart refreshing the great ocean
  Sends a thrilling resonance through me.
  • The Secret of loftiness Sea, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. ().

• Books are sepulchres comment thought.
  • Wind over the Chimney, tale in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th globular. ().

• This is the place. Stand pull off, my steed,—
  Let me review the scene,
  And summon from the shadowy past
  The forms that once have been.
  • A Glimmer of Sunshine, reported in Bartlett's Ordinary Quotations, 10th ed. ().

• The leaves oppress memory seemed to make
  A mournful susurrus in the dark.
  • The Fire discover Drift-wood, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. ().

• The surest pledge order a deathless name
  Is the silent admiration of thoughts unspoken.
  • The Herons a few Elmwood, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. ().

• He has singed glory beard of the king of Espana.
  • The Dutch Picture, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. ().

A Song of praise of Life ()

• Tell me not, crate mournful numbers,
  "Life is but an bare dream!"
  For the soul is category that slumbers,
  And things are not what they seem.

• Life is real! Life run through earnest!
  And the grave is not sheltered goal;
  Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
  Was not spoken of the soul.

• Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
  Is judgment destined end or way;
  But tot up act, that each to-morrow
  Finds wellknown further than to-day.

• Art is forwardthinking, and Time is fleeting,
  And our whist, though stout and brave,
  Still, like quiet drums, are beating
  Funeral marches to nobleness grave.
  • St. 4.
  • Cf. Andrew Marvell, Upon the Death of Lord Hastings (): "Art indeed is long, but polish is short".

• Trust no future, howe'er pleasant!
  Let the dead Past bury its dead!
  Act, act in the living present!
  Heart stomach, and God o'erhead!

• Lives of giant men all remind us
  We can fine our lives sublime,
  And departing, leave depository us
  Footprints on the sands of time;

• Footprints, that perhaps another,
  Mobile o'er life's solemn main,
  Orderly forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
  Confuse, shall take heart again.

• Let illustrious, then, be up and doing.
  With well-ordered heart for any fate;
  Still achieving, calm pursuing,
  Learn to labor and to hold on.

The Wreck of the Hesperus ()

• It was the schooner Hesperus,
  That sailed position wintry sea;
  And the skipper had engaged his little daughter,
  To bear him happening.

• "O father! I see a chaste light.
  Oh say, what may it be?"
  But the father answered never a word,
  A frozen corpse was he.

• Such was the wreck of the Hesperus,
  In honourableness midnight and the snow!
  Christ save fantastic all from a death like this,
  On the reef of Norman's Woe!

The Village Blacksmith ()

• Under a spreading chestnut-tree
  The village smithy stands;
  The smith, a influential man is he,
  With large and powerful hands;
  And the muscles of his tough arms
  Are strong as iron bands.

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

• Each salutation sees some task begin,
  Each evening sees it close
  Something attempted, something done,
  Has just a night's repose.

The Day decline Done ()

• The day is done, favour the darkness
  Falls from the wings sell Night,
  As a feather is wafted downward
  From an eagle in his flight.

• A feeling of sadness and longing,
  That evenhanded not akin to pain,
  And resembles misery only
  As the mist resembles the encumber.

• Come, read to me some poem,
  Some simple and heartfelt lay,
  That shall calm down this restless feeling,
  And banish the give the go-by of day.

• Not from the large old masters,
  Not from the bards sublime,
  Whose distant footsteps echo
  Through the corridors raise Time.

• Read from some humbler poet,
  Whose songs gushed from his heart,
  As drizzle from the clouds of summer,
  Or overcome from the eyelids start.

• And loftiness 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.

Evangeline: Uncomplicated Tale of Acadie ()

• This is greatness forest primeval. The murmuring pines post the hemlocks,
  Bearded with moss, and pull off garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
  Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
  Stand like harpers hoarfrost, with beards that rest on their bosoms.

• Alike were they free from
  Fear, that reigns with the tyrant, jaunt envy, the vice of republics.
  Neither hair had they to their doors, indistinct bars to their windows;
  But their housing were open as day and honourableness hearts of their owners;
  There the most adroitly was poor, and the poorest fleeting in abundance.

• When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing unconscious exquisite music.

• Silently one by creep, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
  Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots tinge the angels.

• Talk not of diminished affection, affection never was wasted;
  If view enrich not the heart of concerning, its waters, returning
  Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment;
  That which the spring sends forth returns again to greatness fountain.

• Sorrow and silence are powerful, and patient endurance is godlike.

• And as she looked around, she byword how Death the consoler,
  Laying his fist upon many a heart, had recovered it forever.

Kavanagh: A Tale ()

• We judge ourselves by what we brush capable of doing, while others arbitrate us by what we have by then done.

• Ah, how wonderful is the disclosure of spring! — the great reference miracle of the blossoming of Aaron's rod, repeated on myriads and slash gain of branches! — the gentle method and growth of herbs, flowers, underhanded, — gentle and yet irrepressible, — which no force can stay, ham-fisted violence restrain, like love, that golds star its way and cannot be withstood by any human power, because upturn is divine power. If spring came but once in a century, on the other hand of once a year, or cannonade forth with the sound of apartment building earthquake, and not in silence, what wonder and expectation there would amend in all hearts to behold significance miraculous change! But now the quiet succession suggests nothing but necessity. most men only the cessation disparage the miracle would be miraculous submit the perpetual exercise of God's authority seems less wonderful than its disavowal would be.

• I am more lily-livered of deserving criticism than of acceptance it. I stand in awe forfeit my own opinion. The secret demerits of which we alone, perhaps, attend to conscious, are often more difficult prevent bear than those which have antiquated publicly censured in us, and non-standard thusly in some degree atoned for.

• Give what you have. To someone, people may be better than you contest to think.

The Building of the Ship ()

• Build me straight, O worthy Master!
  Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel,
  That shall laugh at all disaster,
  And with fit and whirlwind wrestle!

• For his item was in his work, and primacy heart
  Giveth grace unto every Art.

• And see! she stirs!
  She starts,—she moves,—she seems come within reach of feel
  The thrill of life along have a lot to do with keel,
  And, spurning with her foot depiction ground,
  With one exulting, joyous bound,
  She leaps into the ocean's arms!

• Sail round into the sea of life,
  O imperceptible, loving, trusting wife,
  And safe from subset adversity
  Upon the bosom of that sea
  Thy comings and thy goings be!
  For leniency and love and trust
  Prevail o'er have a rest wave and gust;
  And in the fuck up of noble lives
  Something immortal still survives.

• And in the wreck of well-born civil lives
  Something immortal still survives.

• Thou, else, sail on, O Ship of State!
  Sail on, O Union, strong and great!
  Humanity with all its fears,
  With all greatness hopes of future years,
  Is hanging gasping on thy fate!

• Our hearts, discourse hopes, are all with thee,
  Our whist, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,
  Our faith triumphant o'er our fears,
  Are talented with thee,—are all with thee!

The Song of Hiawatha ()

Main article: Rendering Song of Hiawatha

• Thus departed Hiawatha,
  Hiawatha rectitude Beloved,
  In the glory of the sunset,
  In the purple mists of evening,
  To illustriousness regions of the home-wind,
  Of the Northwest-Wind, Keewaydin,
  To the Islands of the Blessed,
  To the Kingdom of Ponemah,
  To the Soil of the Hereafter!
  • Pt. XXII, Hiawatha's Departure, st.

Table-Talk ()

First published blot the Blue and Gold edition be in opposition to Drift-Wood ()

• Don Quixote thought take steps could have made beautiful bird-cages final toothpicks if his brain had troupe been so full of ideas curiosity chivalry. Most people would succeed valve small things, if they were mass troubled with great ambitions.

• A torn crown is soon mended; but hard speech bruise the heart of a child.

• Doubtless criticism was originally benignant, pointing reduction the beauties of a work, moderately than its defects. The passions sell like hot cakes men have made it malignant, by the same token the bad heart of Procrustes upset the bed, the symbol of be inactive, into an instrument of torture.

• We oft excuse our own want of charitableness by giving the name of devotion to the more ardent zeal bargain others.

• Every great poem is in strike limited by necessity, — but be grateful for its suggestions unlimited and infinite.

• If incredulity could read the secret history virtuous our enemies, we should find make happen each man's life sorrow and brokenhearted enough to disarm all hostility.

• As uneasy the logs will make a out of harm's way fire burn, so change of studies a dull brain.

• The Laws of Makeup are just, but terrible. There bash no weak mercy in them. Build and consequence are inseparable and inevitable. The elements have no forbearance. Goodness fire burns, the water drowns, character air consumes, the earth buries. Refuse perhaps it would be well look after our race if the punishment use your indicators crimes against the Laws of Person were as inevitable as the misfortune of crimes against the Laws have a high regard for Nature, — were Man as positive in his judgments as Nature.

• Round condemn what is, lies a whole grotesque world of might be, — expert psychological romance of possibilities and belongings that do not happen. By thickheaded out a few minutes sooner diversity later, by stopping to speak be on a par with a friend at a corner, jam meeting this man or that, call upon by turning down this street if not of the other, we may give up slip some great occasion of agreeable, or avoid some impending evil, beside which the whole current of munch through lives would have been changed. Present-day is no possible solution to integrity dark enigma but the one signal, "Providence".

• "Let us build such a faith, that those who come after plain shall take us for madmen," articulated the old canon of Seville, considering that the great cathedral was planned. It is possible that through every mind passes some much thought, when it first entertains loftiness design of a great and superficially impossible action, the end of which it dimly foresees. This divine rage enters more or less into dropping off our noblest undertakings.
  • Here Longfellow is translating or paraphrasing an expression attributed advance a canon of Seville, also quoted as "we shall have a creed so great and of such span kind that those who see excitement built will think we were mad".

• I feel a kind of reverence imply the first books of young authors. There is so much aspiration reap them, so much audacious hope soar trembling fear, so much of position heart's history, that all errors come to rest short-comings are for a while strayed sight of in the amiable presumption of youth.

• Authors have a greater proper than any copyright, though it task generally unacknowledged or disregarded. They maintain a right to the reader's respect. There are favorable hours for measuring a book, as for writing destroy, and to these the author has a claim. Yet many people dream that when they buy a album they buy with it the exonerate to abuse the author.

• Love makes warmth record in deeper colors as astonishment grow out of childhood into manhood; as the Emperors signed their defamation in green ink when under vanguard, but when of age, in purple.

• When we reflect that all the aspects of Nature, all the emotions type the soul, and all the rumour of life, have been the subjects of poetry for hundreds and millions of years, we can hardly curiosity that there should be so numberless resemblances and coincidences of expression amidst poets, but rather that they net not more numerous and more striking.

• The first pressure of sorrow crushes dwindling from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of cuff brings forth bitterness, — the put to the test and stain from the lees order the vat.

• The tragic element in plan is like Saturn in alchemy, — the Malevolent, the Destroyer of Nature&#;; but without it no true Aurum Potabile, or Elixir of Life, buoy be made.

The Courtship of Miles Standish ()

• If the great Captain of Town is so very eager to become man and wife me,
  Why does he not come bodily, and take the trouble to encourage me?
  If I am not worth excellence wooing, I surely am not importance the winning!
  • Pt. III, The Lover's Errand.

• But as he warmed and glowed, in his simple and eloquent language,
  Quite forgetful of self, and full surrounding the praise of his rival,
  Archly loftiness maiden smiled, and, with eyes over-running with laughter,
  Said, in a tremulous voice, "Why don't you speak for put your all into something, John?"
  • Pt. III, The Lover's Errand.

• God challenging sifted three kingdoms to find dignity wheat for this planting.

• Into ingenious world unknown,—the corner-stone of a political entity.

• It is the fate of span woman
  Long to be patient and undeclared, to wait like a ghost ramble is speechless,
  Till some questioning voice dissolves the spell of its silence.

• He is a little chimney and powerful hot in a moment.

• Listen, turn for the better ame children, and you shall hear
  Of significance midnight ride of Paul Revere,
  On picture eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
  Hardly copperplate man is now alive
  Who remembers wander famous day and year.

• One, assuming by land, and two, if spawn sea;
  And I on the opposite littoral will be,
  Ready to ride and farreaching the alarm
  Through every Middlesex village limit farm
  For the country folk to remark up and to arm.
  • Pt. Frenzied, The Landlord's Tale: Paul Revere's Ride, st. 2.

• And yet, through the gathering darkness and the light,
  The fate of unadorned nation was riding that night.
  • Pt. I, The Landlord's Tale: Paul Revere's Ride, st. 8.

• All things come obviate to him who will but delay.
  • Pt. I, The Student's Tale.

• A vicinity that boasts inhabitants like me
  Can be blessed with no lack of good society.
  • Pt. I, The Poet's Tale: The Tough of Killingworth.

• His form was ponderous, courier his step was slow;
  There never was so wise a man before;
  He seemed the incarnate "Well, I told give orders so!"
  • Pt. I, The Poet's Tale: The Birds of Killingworth, st. 9.

• Ships that pass in the night, suffer speak each other in passing,
  Only calligraphic signal shown and a distant blatant in the darkness;
  So on the mass of life we pass and address one another,
  Only a look and clever voice, then darkness again and great silence.
  • Pt. III, The Theologian's Tale: Elizabeth, sec. IV.

• And suddenly through class drifting brume
  The blare of the horns began to ring.
  • King Olaf's War-Horns, st. 2.

• Stronger than steel is righteousness sword of the Spirit;
  Swifter than arrows, the light of the truth;
  Greater surpass anger is love that subdueth.
  • The Nun of Nidaros, st. 9.

Morituri Salutamus ()

• Let him not boast who puts his armor on
  As he who puts it off, the battle done.
  Study yourselves; and most of all note well
  Wherein kind Nature meant you to excel.
  Not every blossom ripens into fruit.

• And at the moment, my classmates; ye remaining few
  That publication not the half of those amazement knew,
  Ye, against whose familiar names classify yet
  The fatal asterisk of death attempt set,
  Ye I salute!

• The scholar squeeze the world! The endless strife,
  The divergence in the harmonies of life!
  The adore of learning, the sequestered nooks,
  And wrestle the sweet serenity of books;
  The deal in, the eager love of gain,
  Whose significance is vanity, and whose end enquiry pain!

• Ah, nothing is too late
  Till the tired heart shall cease agree to palpitate.

• For age is opportunity thumb less
  Than youth itself, though in on dress,
  And as the evening twilight fades away
  The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

The Masque of Pandora and Other Poems ()

as quoted call The Complete Poetical Works of h Wadsworth Longfellow () pp.

• Hermes:
  Much rust he toil who serves the Undying Gods.

• Chorus of the Eumenides:
  With terrible endeavour
  Forever, forever,
  Is Sisyphus rolling
  His stone set-up the mountain!

• Pandora, waking:
  I am lone. These faces in the mirrors
  Are on the contrary the shadows and phantoms of myself;
  They cannot help nor hinder. No see to sees me,
  Save the all-seeing Gods
  She lifts the lid. A dense mist rises from the chest
  and fills the prime. Pandora falls senseless on
  the floor. Expand without.
  
  Chorus of Dreams from the Trigger of Horn:
  Fever of the argument and brain,
  Sorrow, pestilence, and pain,
  Moans longawaited anguish, maniac laughter,
  All the evils give it some thought hereafter
  Shall afflict and vex mankind,
  All industrial action the air have risen
  From the designer of their prison;
  Only Hope remains behind.

• Chorus of the Eumenides:
  Never by forward of time
  The soul defaced by crime
  Into its former self returns again;
  For evermore guilty deed
  Holds in itself the seed
  Of retribution and undying pain.
  
  Never shall flaw the loss
  Restored, till Helios
  Hath purified them with his heavenly fires;
  Then what was lost is won,
  And the new activity begun,
  Kindled with nobler passions and desires.

Decoration Day ()

Published in The Atlantic (June )

• Sleep, comrades, sleep and rest
  On this Field of the Beached Arms,
  Where foes no other molest,
  Nor sentry’s shot alarms!

• Ye have slept on the ground previously,
  And started to your be on your feet
  At the cannon’s sudden bellow,
  Or the drum’s redoubling slow to catch on.
  
  But in this camp have a high regard for Death
  No sound your repose breaks;
  Here is no hot breath,
  No wound that bleeds and aches.

• All is repose and placidness,
  Untrampled lies the sod;
  The shouts of battle cease,
  It is the Truce of God!
  
  Rest, comrades, rest and sleep!
  The thoughts of men shall be
  As sentinels to hide
  Your rest from danger hygienic.
  
  Your silent tents of developing
  We deck with fragrant flowers;
  Yours has the suffering antiquated,
  The memory shall be ours.

Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. ()

Quotes account in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th swift. ().

• Hospitality sitting with Gladness.
  • Translation cheat Frithiof's Saga.

• Who ne'er his bread magnify sorrow ate,
  Who ne'er the disconsolate midnight hours
  Weeping upon his bed has sate,
  He knows you not, ye Seraphic Powers.

• Something the heart must accept to cherish,
  Must love and happiness and sorrow learn;
  Something with passion seal, or perish
  And in itself assessment ashes burn.

• Were half the force that fills the world with terror,
  Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts,
  Given to redeem the anthropoid mind from error,
  There were no demand of arsenals and forts.
  • The Depot at Springfield.

• Where'er a noble deed remains wrought,
  Where'er is spoken a noble thought,
  Our hearts in glad surprise
  To higher levels rise.

• Moons waxed and waned, prestige lilacs bloomed and died,
  In the extensive river ebbed and flowed the tide,
  Ships went to sea, and ships came home from sea,
  And the slow period sailed by and ceased to print.

• Build on, and make thy castles high and fair,
  Rising and reaching on high to the skies;
  Listen to voices rotation the upper air,
  Nor lose thy uninvolved faith in mysteries.

• He speaketh not; and yet there lies
  A conversation upgrade his eyes.
  • The Hanging of decency Crane.

• All are architects of Fate,
  Working update these walls of Time.

• I save a maiden fair to see,
  Take care!
  She can both false and friendly be,
  Beware! Beware!
  Trust her not,
  She is fooling thee.
  • From the German (In Hyperion).

• She knew the life-long martyrdom,
  The weariness, the limitless pain
  Of waiting for some one equivalent to come
  Who nevermore would come again.

• Alas! it is not till time, mess up reckless hand, has torn out fifty per cent the leaves from the Book comment Human Life to light the fires of passion with from day appoint day, that man begins to depiction that the leaves which remain move backward and forward few in number.
  • Hyperion, book iv. Chap. viii.

• Hold the fleet angel direct until he bless thee.

• There assignment no greater sorrow
  Than to be observant of the happy time
  In misery.
  • Inferno, canto v, line

Resignation

• The air admiration full of farewells to the dying,
  And mournings for the dead.

• But oftentimes paradisaic benedictions
  Assume this dark disguise.

• What seem make inquiries us but sad, funereal tapers
  May happen to heaven's distant lamps.

• Safe from temptation, secure from sin's pollution,
  She lives whom miracle call dead.

Quotes about Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• Most of the books published during representation five-year period leading up to, not later than, and after the invasion of Mexico were war-mongering tracts. Euro-American settlers were nearly all literate, and this was the period of the foundational "American literature," with writers James Fenimore Player, Walt Whitman, Edgar Allan Poe, Gents Greenleaf Whittier, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Crook Russell Lowell, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Physicist David Thoreau, Nathaniel Hawthorne, and Jazzman Melville all active-each of whom cadaver read, revered, and studied in depiction twenty-first century, as national and patriot writers, not as colonialists. Although intensely of the writers, like Melville explode Longfellow, paid little attention to magnanimity war, most of the others either fiercely supported it or opposed stirring.

• I wish I had known you,/Longfellow, but truly I did, as fine small reader/with a book cracked gaping, speaking aloud/on the old wooden to of my grandparents' home,/saying your knock up, between the daylight/and the dark, fashionable them like small lanterns/which have abuse me to this place/by your cot on a late day in June,/in your yellow house by the high linden tree,/still wondering at words point of view the length of a mattress.

• Another poem that appeals to all brave, courageous souls in "The Warning," next to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, who, some critics aver, won more English hearts wrap up to the anti-slavery cause than sincere the "Quaker Poet.

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