Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes - Page 19

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• Two ways the rivers Leap down to different seas, and as they roll Grow deep and still, and their majestic presence Becomes a benefaction to the towns They visit, wandering silently among them, Like patriarchs old among their shining tents.

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  Sea, Two, Rivers

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.185

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• Maiden, that read'st this simple rhyme, Enjoy thy youth, it will not stay; Enjoy the fragrance of thy prime, For oh, it is not always May!

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  Simple, May, Youth

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.216

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• Something the heart must have to cherish, Must love and joy and sorrow learn; Something with passion clasp, or perish And in itself to ashes burn.

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  Passion, Learning, Heart

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2008). “Michael Angelo and Translations”, p.289, Wildside Press LLC

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• I am never indifferent, and never pretend to be, to what people say or think of my books. They are my children, and I like to have them liked.

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  Children, Book, Thinking

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• Don Quixote thought he could have made beautiful bird-cages and toothpicks if his brain had not been so full of ideas of chivalry. Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.

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  Beautiful, Ambition, Ideas

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.796, Library of America

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• Sculpture is more divine, and more like Nature, That fashions all her works in high relief, And that is Sculpture. This vast ball, the Earth, Was moulded out of clay, and baked in fire; Men, women, and all animals that breathe Are statues, and not paintings.

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  Fashion, Animal, Men

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.1578, Delphi Classics

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• As Unto the bow the the cord is , So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, Though she draws him , yet she follows: Useless each without the other.

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  Marriage, Men, Useless

  The Song of Hiawatha pt. 10 (1855)

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• All was ended now, the hope, and the fear and the sorrow,
  All the aching of the heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing,
  All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience!

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  Pain, Heart, Grieving

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

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• Think of your woods and orchards without birds! Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beams As in an idiot's brain remembered words Hang empty 'mid the cobwebs of his dreams!

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  Dream, Thinking, Bird

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.743, Delphi Classics

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• Work is my recreation,
  The play of faculty; a delight like that
  Which a bird feels in flying, or a fish
  In darting through the water,--Nothing more.

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  Work, Play, Water

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2008). “Michael Angelo and Translations”, p.88, Wildside Press LLC

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• No one is so accursed by fate, no one so utterly desolate, but some heart though unknown responds unto his own.

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  Heart, Fate, Destiny

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1849). “The Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ; Complete in One Volume”, p.49

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• The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
  It rains, and the wind in never weary;
  The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
  But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
  And the day is dark and dreary.

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  Wall, Rain, Fall

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.18, Library of America

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• Now to rivulets from the mountains Point the rods of fortune-tellers; Youth perpetual dwells in fountains, Not in flasks, and casks, and cellars.

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  Drinking, Mountain, Youth

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1849). “The Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ; Complete in One Volume”, p.110

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• The secret studies of an author are the sunken piers upon which is to rest the bridge of his fame, spanning the dark waters of oblivion. They are out of sight, but without them no superstructure can stand secure.

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  Dark, Sight, Bridges

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “Hyperion”, p.185, Jazzybee Verlag

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• Were a star quenched on high,For ages would its light,Still travelling downward from the sky,Shine on our mortal sight. So when a great man dies,For years beyond our ken,The light he leaves behind him liesUpon the paths of men.

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  Stars, Men, Sky

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.937, Delphi Classics

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• Autumn arrives like a warrior with the stain of blood upon his brazen mail. His crimson scarf is rent. His scarlet banner drips with gore. His step is like a flail upon the threshing floor.

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  Autumn, Warrior, Blood

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• The true poet is a friendly man. He takes to his arms even cold and inanimate things, and rejoices in his heart.

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  Heart, Men, Friendly

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1873). “Prose Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.373

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• What heart has not acknowledged the influence of this hour, the sweet and soothing hour of twilight, the hour of love, the hour of adoration, the hour of rest, when we think of those we love only to regret that we have not loved them more dearly, when we remember our enemies only to forgive them.

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  Sweet, Regret, Twilight

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• 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.

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  Song, Sweet, Pain

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

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• I am weary of your quarrels, Weary of your wars and bloodshed, Weary of your prayers for vengeance, Of your wranglings and dissensions

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  Prayer, War, Vengeance

  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.173

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

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  Snow, Midnight, Wrecks

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1859). “Poems. New, complete ed”, p.95

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• Shepherds at the grange, Where the Babe was born, Sang with many a change, Christmas carols until morn.

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  Christmas, Shepherds, Babe

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1869). “The Poetical Works”, p.608

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• Sweet is the air with the budding haws, and the valley stretching for miles below
  Is white with blossoming cherry-trees, as if just covered with lighted snow.

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  Sweet, White, Air

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• O, though oft oppressed and lonely,
  All my fears are laid aside,
  If I but remember only
  Such as these have lived and died!

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  Lonely, Remember, Died

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1905). “Selections from Longfellow”

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

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  Music, Headstone, Exquisite

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “Evangeline (Annotated Student's Edition)”, p.27, Jazzybee Verlag

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