Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes About Lying

Quotes about: Lying

• Ne speaketh not; and yet there lies a conversation in his eyes.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Loyalty, Lying, Eye

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, “The Hanging Of The Crane”

• O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Lying, Humanity, Suffering

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.22, Library of America

• The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Strength, Lying, Criticism

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “Kavanagh (Annotated Edition)”, p.110, Jazzybee Verlag

• Love is the root of creation; God's essence; worlds without number Lie in his bosom like children; he made them for this purpose only. Only to love and to be loved again.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Children, Lying, Love Is

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.1611, Jazzybee Verlag

• Round about what is, lies a whole mysterious world of might be, a psychological romance of possibilities and things that do not happen.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Lying, Ideas, Romance

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1873). “Prose Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.452

• Each day is a branch of the Tree of Life laden heavily with fruit. If we lie down lazily beneath it, we may starve; but if we shake the branches, some of the fruit will fall for us.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Life, Lying, Fall

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1888). “Longfellow's Days: The Longfellow Prose Birthday Book : Extracts from the Journals and Letters of H. W. Longfellow”

• There in seclusion and remote from men The wizard hand lies cold, Which at its topmost speed let fall the pen, And left the tale half told. Ah! who shall lift that wand of magic power, And the lost clew regain? The unfinished window in Aladdin's tower Unfinished must remain!

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Lying, Fall, Men

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.774, Jazzybee Verlag

• The heaven of poetry and romance still lies around us and within us.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Lying, Romance, Heaven

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1866). “Kavanagh. Driftwood”, p.307

• All the means of action -- the shapeless masses -- the materials -- lie everywhere about us. What we need is the celestial fire to change the flint into the transparent crystal, bright and clear. That fire is genius.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Lying, Mean, Fire

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1849). “The Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ; Complete in One Volume”, p.66

• Still stands the forest primeval; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping.Under the humble walls of the little catholic churchyard,In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed;Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them,Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever,Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer are busy,Thousands of toiling hands, where theirs have ceased from their labors,Thousands of weary feet, where theirs have completed their journey!

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Wall, Lying, Heart

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1861). “The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, including his translations and notes”, p.40

• I see, but cannot reach, the height That lies forever in the light.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Lying, Ambition, Light

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1867). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Complete Edition”, p.157

• The shadows of the mind are like those of the body. In the morning of life they all lie behind us; at noon we trample them under foot; and in the evening they stretch long, broad, and deepening before us.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Morning, Lying, Feet

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1854). “The Works of Henry W. Longfellow”

• Bell, thou soundest merrily, When the bridal party To the church doth hie! Bell, thou soundest solemnly, When, on Sabbath morning, Fields deserted lie!

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Morning, Lying, Party

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1847). “The Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Complete in One Volume”, p.30

• The nimble lie
  Is like the second-hand upon a clock;
  We see it fly; while the hour-hand of truth
  Seems to stand still, and yet it moves unseen,
  And wins, at last, for the clock will not strike
  Till it has reached the goal.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Truth, Lying, Moving

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2008). “Michael Angelo and Translations”, p.137, Wildside Press LLC

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