Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes: Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quote: Balder the Beautiful Is dead, is dead!
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Quotes about Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: It is a beautiful trait in the lover's character, that they think no evil of the object loved.
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Quote about Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: A young critic is like a boy with a gun; he fires at every living thing he sees. He thinks only of his own skill, not of the pain he is giving.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Sayings: Take them, O Death! and bear away Whatever thou canst call thine own! Thine image, stamped upon this clay, Doth give thee that, but that alone!
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Saying: 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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Sayings about Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: The lamps are lit, the fires burn bright. The house is full of life and light.
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Saying about Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: I will be a man among men; and no longer a dreamer among shadows. Henceforth be mine a life of action and reality! I will work in my own sphere, nor wish it other than it is. This alone is health and happiness.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes: The poor too often turn away unheard, From hearts that shut against them with a sound That will be heard in heaven.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quote: A stiff letter galls one like a stiff shirt collar -- whilst a sheet garnished here and there with a careless blot -- and here and there a dash -- but in the main full of excellent matter, is like a clever fellow in a dirty shirt whom we value for the good humour he brings with him and not for the garb he wears.
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Quotes about Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Build today, then strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and secure. Shall tomorrow find its place.
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Quote about Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Sayings: How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams with its illusions, aspirations, dreams! Book of Beginnings, Story without End, Each maid a heroine, and each man a friend!
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Saying: Some feelings are quite untranslatable; no language has yet been found for them. They gleam upon us beautifully through the dim twilight of fancy, and yet when we bring them close to us, and hold them up to the light of reason, lose their beauty all at once, as glow worms which gleam with such a spiritual light in the shadows of evening, when brought in where the candles are lighted, are found to be only worms like so many others.
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Sayings about Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Magnificent autumn! He comes not like a pilgrim, clad in russet weeds; not like a hermit, clad in gray; but like a warrior with the stain of blood in his brazen mail.
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Saying about Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: 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.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes: What discord we should bring into the universe if our prayers were all answered. Then we should govern the world and not God. And do you think we should govern it better? It gives me only pain when I hear the long, wearisome petitions of people asking for they know not what. . . . Thanks-giving with a full heart-and the rest silence and submission to the divine will!
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quote: There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellowed richness on the clustered trees, And, from a beaker full of richest dyes, Pouring new glory on the autumn woods, And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds. Morn on the mountain, like a summer bird, Lifts up her purple wing, and in the vales The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, Kisses the blushing leaf, and stirs up life Within the solemn woods of ash deep-crimsoned, And silver beech, and maple yellow-leaved, Where Autumn, like a faint old man, sits down By the wayside a-weary.
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