Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes About Soul

Quotes about: Soul

• Even He that died for us upon the cross, in the last hour, in the unutterable agony of death, was mindful of His mother, as if to teach us that this holy love should be our last worldly thought - the last point of earth from which the soul should take its flight for heaven.

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  Mother, Agony, Heaven

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1835). “Outre-mer: a pilgrimage beyond the sea”, p.191

• The human voice is the organ of the soul.

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  Voice, Soul, Organs

• My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me.

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  Beach, Ocean, Heart

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “Favorite Poems”, p.45, Courier Corporation

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

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Life, Death, Art

  "A Psalm of Life" st. 1 - 2 (1838)

• Noble souls, through dust and heat, rise from disaster and defeat the stronger.

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  Dust, Soul, Stronger

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.924, Jazzybee Verlag

• Quotes about Life Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, and things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art; to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Life, Death, Dream

  "A Psalm of Life" st. 1 - 2 (1838)

• The soul...is audible, not visible.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Spiritual, Soul, Visible

• That was the first sound in the song of love!
  Scarce more than silence is, and yet a sound.
  Hands of invisible spirits touch the strings
  Of that mysterious instrument, the soul,
  And play the prelude of our fate. We hear
  The voice prophetic, and are not alone.

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  Life, Song, Fate

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1872). “The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Author's complete ed”, p.108

• O Music! language of the soul, Of love, of God to man; Bright beam from heaven thrilling, That lightens sorrow's weight.

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  Music, Men, Heaven

• Silence and solitude, the soul's best friends.

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  Silence, Soul, Solitude

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.1522, Delphi Classics

• How wonderful is the human voice! It is indeed the organ of the soul. The intellect of man is enthroned visibly on his forehead and in his eye, and the heart of man is written on his countenance, but the soul, the soul reveals itself in the voice only.

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  Heart, Eye, Men

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1851). “The prose works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.113

• From dust thou art to dust returneth, was not spoken of the soul.

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  Death, Art, Dust

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, “A Psalm Of Life”

• In old age our bodies are worn-out instruments, on which the soul tries in vain to play the melodies of youth. But because the instrument has lost its strings, or is out of tune, it does not follow that the musician has lost his skill.

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  Play, Skills, Soul

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

• What is time? The shadow on the dial, the striking of the clock, the running of the sand, day and night, summer and winter, months, years, centuries-these are but arbitrary and outward signs, the measure of Time, not Time itself. Time is the Life of the Soul.

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  Inspirational, Summer, Running

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

• Time is the life of the soul.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Inspirational, Soul

• O little souls! as pure as white And crystalline as rays of light Direct from heaven, their source divine; Refracted through the mist of years, How red my setting sun appears, How lurid looks this soul of mine!

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  Years, White, Light

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1867). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Complete Edition”, p.331

• The soul never grows old.

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  Soul, Old Soul, Grows

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1857). “Prose Works”, p.192

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

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  Stars, Warrior, Soul

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1847). “The Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Complete in One Volume”, p.38

• The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone. Shadows of evening fall around us, and the world seems but a dim reflection - itself a broader shadow. We look forward into the coming lonely night. The soul withdraws into itself. Then stars arise, and the night is holy.

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  Lonely, Stars, Fall

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.1849, Delphi Classics

• Look at this vigorous plant that lifts its head from the meadow, See how its leaves are turned to the north, as true as the magnet; This is the compass-flower, that the finger of God has planted Here in the houseless wild, to direct the traveller's journey. Over the sea-like, pathless, limitless waste of the desert, Such in the soul of man is faith.

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  Flower, Journey, Men

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.359, Delphi Classics

• O weary hearts! O slumbering eyes! O drooping souls, whose destinies Are fraught with fear and pain, Ye shall be loved again.

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  Pain, Heart, Eye

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1848). “Poems”, p.49

• Ah, the souls of those that die Are but sunbeams lifted higher.

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  Soul, Sunbeams, Higher

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1867). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Complete Edition”, p.175

• My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea

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  Beach, Ocean, Marine

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.189

• The little I have seen of the world teaches me to look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger. When I take the history of one poor heart that has sinned and suffered, and represent to myself the struggles and temptations it has passed through, the brief pulsations of joy, the feverish inquietude of hope and fear, the pressure of want, the desertion of friends, I would fain leave the erring soul of my fellow-man with Him from whose hand it came.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Struggle, Heart, Men

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