Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes About Sleep

Quotes about: Sleep

• And in despair I bowed my head; "There is no peace on earth," I said; "For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!" Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: "God is not dead, nor doth he sleep! The Wrong shall fail, the Right prevail, With peace on earth, good-will to men!

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Christmas, Song, Strong

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.476, Library of America

• 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

  Country, Children, Sleep

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.1002, Delphi Classics

• 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

  Mother, Children, Sleep

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1988). “Selected Poems”, p.322, Penguin

• 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

  Nature, Sleep, Hands

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.848, Jazzybee Verlag

• Is this is a dream? O, if it be a dream, Let me sleep on, and do not wake me yet!

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Dream, Sleep, Let Me

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1859). “Poems. New, complete ed”, p.343

• Very hot and still the air was, Very smooth the gliding river, Motionless the sleeping shadows.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Summer, Sleep, Rivers

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.241

• Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives, When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives, Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain, But never will be sung to us again, Is they remembrance. Now the hour of rest Hath come to thee. Sleep, darling: it is best.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Song, Sweet, Pain

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.994, Delphi Classics

• The trees are white 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 Death.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Sleep, Dust, Wind

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The poetical works of Henry W. Longfellow, ed. with a critical memoir by W.M. Rossetti, illustr. by W. Lawson. Illustr. by E. Edwards”, p.481

• 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.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Wall, Sleep, Dust

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1849). “The Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ; Complete in One Volume”, p.50

• God is not dead; nor doth He sleep; ...
  The wrong shall fail,
  The right prevail,
  With peace on earth, good will to men.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Peace, Sleep, Men

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.334

• 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

• All sense of hearing and of sight enfold in the serene delight and quietude of sleep.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Sleep, Sight, Delight

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1875). “The Masque of Pandora: And Other Poems”, p.44

• The moon is hidden behind a cloud... On the leaves is a sound of falling rain... No other sounds than these I hear; The hour of midnight must be near... So many ghosts, and forms of fright, Have started from their graves to-night, They have driven sleep from mine eyes away: I will go down to the chapel and pray.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Fall, Rain, Sleep

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, “The Golden Legend: Iv. The Road To Hirschau”

• Be thy sleep
  Silent as night is, and as deep.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Sleep, Night, Silent

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.162

• Ah, yes, the sea is still and deep, All things within its bosom sleep! A single step, and all is o'er, A plunge, a bubble, and no more.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Suicide, Sleep, Sea

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1867). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Complete Edition”, p.188

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