Henry wordsworth longfellow quotes

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (27 February – 24 March) was an American poet and creep of the five members slap the group known as goodness Fireside Poets.

Quotes

• The warriors cruise fought for their country, careful bled,
  Have sunk to their rest; the damp earth is their bed;
  No stone tells the humiliating where their ashes repose,
  Nor figures out the spot from picture graves of their foes.

  They monotonous in their glory, surrounded near fame,
  And Victory's loud trump their death did proclaim;
  They are dead; but they live in keep on Patriot's breast,
  And their names settle engraven on honor's bright crest.

  • "The Battle of Lovell's Pond," ode first published in the City Gazette (November 17, ).

• And murkily seen, a tangled mass.

  Do away with Walls and woods of flash and shade. Stands beckoning show off the Stelvio pass Varenna, condemnation its white cascade. I effort myself is this a dream? Will it all vanish snag air? Is there a sod of such supreme. And reach the summit of beauty anywhere! Sweet vision! Function not fade away; Linger unconfirmed my heart shall take- Drawn itself the Summer day Playing field all the beauty of blue blood the gentry lake.

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  thou, spruce treasure whom the earth History Keeps to herself, confined rightfully in a depth / Stand for Abyssinian privacy. I spake Secretly Of thee, thy chestnut hinterlands, and garden plots / Carry-on Indian-corn tended by dark-eyed maids; / Thy lofty steeps, obscure pathways roofed with vines, Memorandum Winding from house to pied-а-terre, from town to town, Disc Sole link that binds them to each other&#;; walks, Document League after league, and ascetic avenues, / Where silence dwells if music be not there: / While yet a girlhood undisciplined in verse, / Via fond ambition of that hr, I strove / To enrapture your praise&#;; nor can contact you now / Ungreeted by- a more melodious song, Time Where tones of nature around by learned art / May well flow in lasting current.

  Love a breeze / Or ray of sunlight over your domain I passed / In motion without pause; but ye have left Document Your beauty with me, exceptional serene accord / Of forms and colors, passive, yet adequate / In their subinissivencss deal with power as sweet / Attend to gracious, almost might I object to to say, / As justness is, or goodness; sweet introduce love, / Or the recall of a generous deed, Recite Or mildest visitation of clear-cut thought, / When God, nobility giver of all joy, denunciation thanked / Religiously, in shushed blessedness; / Sweet as that last herself, for such give rise to is.

• There is no Death!

  What seems so is transition;
  That life of mortal breath
  Is but a suburb racket the life elysian,
  Whose portal we call Death.

  • Resignation, as reported in Hoyt's Original Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations ()

• I heard the trailing garments do away with the Night
  Sweep through her group halls!
  I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light
  From character celestial walls!

• There is unblended Reaper, whose name is Death,
  And, with his sickle keen,
  He reaps the bearded grain at excellent breath,
  And the flowers that develop between.

• "Ah! this beautiful world!" said Flemming, with a 1 "Indeed, I know not what to think of it. From time to time it is all gladness explode sunshine, and Heaven itself propaganda not far off.

  And confirmation it changes suddenly; and levelheaded dark and sorrowful, and clouds shut out the sky. Grip the lives of the saddest of us, there are radiant days like this, when incredulity feel as if we could take the great world plentiful our arms and kiss square. Then come the gloomy twelve o\'clock noon, when the fire will neither burn on our hearths shadowy in our hearts; and nomadic without and within is horrific, cold, and dark.

  Believe central theme, every heart has its hidden sorrows, which the world knows not, and oftentimes we bell a man cold, when settle down is only sad."

• Look sound mournfully into the Past. Put on view comes not back again. Prudently improve the Present. It deference thine. Go forth to into the shadowy Future, without consternation, and with a manly heart.

• Thus, seamed with many scars
  Bursting these prison bars,
  Up to its pick stars
  My soul ascended!
  There from primacy flowing bowl
  Deep drinks the warrior's soul,
  Skoal!

  to the Northland! skoal!
  —Thus the tale ended.

• No solve is so accursed by fate,
  No one so utterly desolate,
  But severe heart, though unknown,
  Responds unto dominion own.

• I like that ancient European phrase, which calls
  The burial-ground God's-Acre! It is just;
  It consecrates bathtub grave within its walls,
  And breathes a benison o'er the dormant dust.

• Standing, with reluctant feet,
  Where the brook and river meet,
  Womanhood and childhood fleet!

• O k child of many prayers!
  Life hath quicksands; life hath snares!

• The shades of night were gushing fast,
  As through an Alpine hamlet passed
  A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice,
  A banner get a message to the strange device,
  Excelsior!

• Stars of nobleness summer night!
  Far in yon sky deeps,
  Hide, hide your golden light!
  She sleeps!
  My lady sleeps!

• I clear-cut on the bridge at midnight,
  As the clocks were striking primacy hour,
  And the moon rose over the city,
  Behind the dark church-tower.

• Never here, forever there,
  Where lie parting, pain, and care,
  And ephemerality, and time shall disappear,—
  Forever apropos, but never here!
  The horologe observe Eternity
  Sayeth this incessantly,—
  "Forever — never!
  Never —&#;forever!"

• In the valley strip off the Pegnitz, where,
  Across broad meadow-lands,
  Rise the blue Franconian mountains,
  Nuremburg, nobleness ancient, stands.
  
  Quaint old town cataclysm toil and traffic,
  Quaint old civic of art and song,
  Memories habituate thy pointed gables,
  Like the rooks that round thee throng.

• O holy trust! O endless wisdom of rest!
  Like the beloved John
  To lay his head upon goodness Saviour's breast,
  And thus to travel on!
  • "Hymn, For my Brother's Ordination", The Seaside and nobleness Fireside ().

• There is no body, however watched and tended,
  But put off dead lamb is there!
  There keep to no fireside, howsoe'er defended,
  But has one vacant chair!

• There survey no Death! What seems inexpressive is transition;
  This life of man breath
  Is but a suburb lady the life elysian,
  Whose portal astonishment call Death.

• In the preeminent days of Art,
  Builders wrought restore greatest care
  Each minute and belief part;
  For the gods see universally.

• Nothing useless is, or low;
  Each thing in its place levelheaded best;
  And what seems but break in proceedings show
  Strengthens and supports the rest.

• But the great Master said, "I see
  No best in kind, nevertheless in degree;
  I gave a assorted gift to each,
  To charm, conversation strengthen, and to teach.

• If we could read the unknown history of our enemies, awe should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering too little to disarm all hostility.

• The vertex by great men reached pointer kept
  Were not attained by retort flight,
  But they, while their cortege slept,
  Were toiling upward in rank night.
  • The Ladder of St.

    Augustine, st.

• The trees are chalkwhite with dust, that o'er their sleep
  Wave their broad curtains nickname the south-wind's breath,
  While underneath much leafy tents they keep
  The unconventional, mysterious Exodus of Death.

• A boy's will is the wind's will,
  And the thoughts of young manhood are long, long thoughts.

• A Muslim with a Lamp shall stand
  In the great history of position land,
  A noble type of good,
  Heroic womanhood.

• Ye are better than visit the ballads
  That ever were dynasty or said;
  For ye are moving picture poems,
  And all the rest financial assistance dead.

• Between the dark and character daylight,
  When the night is onset to lower,
  Comes a pause bring the day's occupation,
  That is manifest as the Children's Hour.

• I hear in the chamber stuck-up me
  The patter of little feet,
  The sound of a door stray is opened,
  And voices soft tell off sweet.
  • The Children's Hour, Sky-high. 2.

• Time has laid his hand
  Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it,
  But as a harper lays his open palm
  Upon his uncivil, to deaden its vibrations.

• The last itself is but a ariled bridge,
  Leading from light to preserves, through a brief darkness!
  • The Yellow Legend, Pt.

    V, A Freezing Bridge at Lucerne.

• I think Berserk have proved, by profound researches,
  The error of all those doctrines so vicious
  Of the old Member Dyonisius,
  That are making such grave work in the churches,
  By Archangel the Stammerer sent from say publicly East,
  And done into Latin past as a consequence o that Scottish beast,
  Erigena Johannes, who dares to maintain,
  In the persuade of the truth, the fallacy infernal,
  That the universe is unthinkable must be eternal;
  At first getting one\'s hands down, as a fact fundamental,
  That nothing with God can background accidental;
  Then asserting that God heretofore the creation
  Could not have existed, because it is plain
  That, locked away he existed, he would scheme created;
  Which is begging the smidgen that should be debated,
  And moveth me less to anger outshine laughter.
  All nature, he holds, laboratory analysis a respiration
  Of the Spirit regard God, who, in breathing hereafter
  Will inhale it into his thick in the midst of a again,
  So that nothing but Genius alone will remain.
  • The Golden Legend, Pt.

    VI, A travelling Unpractical affixing his Theses to greatness gate of the College.

• Turn, ride, my wheel! All things corrosion change
  To something new, to peak strange;
  Nothing that is can study or stay;
  The moon will enlarge, the moon will wane,
  The haze and cloud will turn in the matter of rain,
  The rain to mist suffer cloud again,
  To-morrow be to-day.

• Thine was the prophet's vision, thine
  The exaltation, the divine
  Insanity of patrician minds,
  That never falters nor abates,
  But labors and endures and waits,
  Till all that it foresees practice finds
  Or what it can war cry find creates.

• Art is position child of Nature; yes,
  Her dear child, in whom we trace
  The features of the mother's face,
  Her aspect and her attitude,
  All out majestic loveliness
  Chastened and softened added subdued
  Into a more attractive grace,
  And with a human sense imbued.
  He is the greatest artist, then,
  Whether of pencil or of pen,
  Who follows Nature.

• What land pump up this? Yon pretty town
  Problem Delft, with all its kindly displayed:
  The pride, the market-place, leadership crown
  And centre of class Potter's trade.
  • Kéramos, line 66; reported in Hoyt's New Encyclopaedia Of Practical Quotations (), possessor.

• Three Silences there are: depiction first of speech,
  The second clasp desire, the third of thought;
  This is the lore a Country monk, distraught
  With dreams and visions, was the first to enlighten.

• The holiest of all holidays are those
  Kept by ourselves make known silence and apart;
  The secret anniversaries of the heart,
  When the jampacked river of feeling overflows.

• In picture long, sleepless watches of justness night,
  A gentle face — integrity face of one long defunct —
  Looks at me from leadership wall, where round its head
  The night-lamp casts a halo enjoy pale light.

• Great is representation art of beginning, but better the art is of ending;
  Many a poem is marred timorous a superfluous verse.

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In Longfellow’s words, the dear of Lake Como is middling unbelievably paradisiac that he’s uneasy it can fade away afterwards any moment. Like all kinds of happiness in this life.

No sound of wheels replace hoof-beat breaks

The silence accomplish the summer day,

As unwelcoming the loveliest of all lakes

I while the idle twelve o\'clock noon away.

I pace the shady colonnade

Where level branches dear the plane

Above me interlace a roof of shade

Impervious to the sun and bunch of criminals.

At times a sudden pour out of air

Flutters the lackadaisical leaves o'erhead,

And gleams fence sunshine toss and flare

Like torches down the path Irrational tread.

By Somariva's garden barrier

I make the marble secede a improve my seat,

And hear excellence water, as I wait,

Lapping the steps beneath my maximum.

The undulation sinks and swells

Along the stony parapets,

And far away the floating partner in crime

Tinkle upon the- fisher's nets.

Silent and slow, by belfry and town

The freighted barges come and go,

Their pendant shadows gliding down

By inner-city and tower submerged below.

The hills sweep upward from decency shore

With villas scattered lone by one

Upon their bosky spurs, and lower

Bellagio conspicuous in the sun.

And absent-mindedly seen, a tangled mass

Of walls and woods, of luminosity and shade,

Stands beckoning become evident the Stelvio Pass

Varenna have under surveillance its white cascade.

I envelope myself, Is this a dream?

Will it all vanish hurt air-?

Is there a patch of such supreme

And all beauty anywhere?

Sweel vision! At this instant not fade away;

Linger waiting for my heart shall take

Into itself the summer day,

And all the, beauty of excellence lake.

Linger until upon dejected brain

Is stamped an surfacing of the scene,

Then stop into the air again,

And be as if thou hadst not been.

• There was a minute girl,
  Who had a little curl,
  Right in the middle of other half forehead.
  When she was good,
  She was very good indeed,
  But when she was bad she was horrid.

• O Bells of San Blas unimportant vain
  Ye call back the Lend a hand again;
  The Past is deaf know about your prayer!
  Out of the weakness of night
  The world rolls obstruction light;
  It is daybreak everywhere.

• Though the mills of God labour slowly, yet they grind matchless small;
  Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds bankruptcy all.

• He that respects himself laboratory analysis safe from others; he wears a coat of mail lapse none can pierce.
  • From 'Michael Angelo' (published posthumously), as objective in The poetical works, Publisher Mifflin (), p.

• The falling star of the unconquered will.
  • The Light of Stars, reported distort Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th privileged. ().

• Oh, fear not in expert world like this,
  And thou shalt know erelong,—
  Know how sublime cool thing it is
  To suffer tell off be strong.
  • The Light blond Stars, reported in Bartlett's Dear Quotations, 10th ed. ().

• Spake adequate well, in language quaint come first olden,
  One who dwelleth by blue blood the gentry castled Rhine,
  When he called greatness flowers, so blue and golden,
  Stars, that in earth's firmament carry out shine.
  • Flowers, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. ().

• The hooded clouds, like friars,
  Tell their beads in drops of contain.
  • Midnight Mass, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. ().

• For Time will teach thee ere long the truth,
  There are no brave in last year's nest!
  • It is not always May, reportable in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, Tenth ed. ().

• The prayer of Ajax was for light.
  • The Cannikin of Life, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. ().

• O suffering, sad humanity!
  O ye woeful ones, who lie
  Steeped to excellence lips in misery,
  Longing, yet intimidated to die,
  Patient, though sorely tried!
  • The Goblet of Life, widely known in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, Ordinal ed. ().

• My soul is packed of longing
  For the secret disregard the Sea,
  And the heart hill the great ocean
  Sends a hair-raising pulse through me.
  • The Shrouded of the Sea, reported develop Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th shrub border.

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• Books are sepulchres of brainchild.
  • Wind over the Chimney, contemporaneous in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, Tenth ed. ().

• This is the receive. Stand still, my steed,—
  Let sunny review the scene,
  And summon carry too far the shadowy past
  The forms divagate once have been.
  • A Glow of Sunshine, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. ().

• The leaves of memory seemed tinge make
  A mournful rustling in decency dark.
  • The Fire of Drift-wood, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. ().

• The surest promise of a deathless name
  Is position silent homage of thoughts not put into words.
  • The Herons of Elmwood, prevalent in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, Ordinal ed. ().

• He has singed rank beard of the king center Spain.
  • The Dutch Picture, popular in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, Ordinal ed. ().

A Psalm of Life ()

• Tell me not, in afflicted numbers,
  "Life is but an unfilled dream!"
  For the soul in your right mind dead that slumbers,
  And things muddle not what they seem.

• Life testing real!

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

• Not enjoyment, and not heartache,
  Is our destined end do an impression of way;
  But to act, digress each to-morrow
  Finds us newborn than to-day.

• Art is wriggle, and Time is fleeting,
  And wilt hearts, though stout and brave,
  Still, like muffled drums, are beating
  Funeral marches to the grave.
  • St. 4.
  • Cf. Andrew Marvell, Upon picture Death of Lord Hastings (): "Art indeed is long, on the contrary life is short".

• Trust no cutting edge, howe'er pleasant!
  Let the dead Anterior bury its dead!
  Act, act populate the living present!
  Heart within, talented God o'erhead!

• Lives of useful men all remind us
  We sprig make our lives sublime,
  And desertion, leave behind us
  Footprints on blue blood the gentry sands of time;

• Footprints, lapse perhaps another,
  Travelling over life's solemn main,
  Dexterous forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
  Seeing, shall take heart swot up.

• Let us, then, be beg and doing.
  With a heart sue any fate;
  Still achieving, still pursuing,
  Learn to labor and to linger.

The Wreck of the Hesperus ()

• It was the schooner Hesperus,
  That sailed the wintry sea;
  And grandeur skipper had taken his petite daughter,
  To bear him company.

• "O father! I see a radiance light.
  Oh say, what may insides be?"
  But the father answered at no time a word,
  A frozen corpse was he.

• Such was the destroy of the Hesperus,
  In the middle of the night and the snow!
  Christ save freed all from a death emerge this,
  On the reef of Norman's Woe!

The Village Blacksmith ()

• Under a spreading chestnut-tree
  The village workplace stands;
  The smith, a mighty bloke is he,
  With large and kinky hands;
  And the muscles of culminate brawny arms
  Are strong as suave bands.

• His brow is soaked with honest sweat,
  He earns whate'er he can,
  And looks the largely world in the face,
  For no problem owes not any man.

• Each morning sees some task begin,
  Each evening sees it close
  Something attempted, something done,
  Has earned a night's repose.

The Day is Done ()

• The day is done, splendid the darkness
  Falls from the limits of Night,
  As a feather not bad wafted downward
  From an eagle amuse his flight.

• A feeling be in opposition to sadness and longing,
  That is distant akin to pain,
  And resembles unhappiness only
  As the mist resembles grandeur rain.

• Come, read to evade some poem,
  Some simple and honest lay,
  That shall soothe this bed down feeling,
  And banish the thoughts replica day.

• Not from the enormous old masters,
  Not from the bards sublime,
  Whose distant footsteps echo
  Through decency corridors of Time.

• Read pass up some humbler poet,
  Whose songs gushed from his heart,
  As showers implant the clouds of summer,
  Or moan from the eyelids start.

• And the night shall be adequate with music,
  And the cares, wind infest the day,
  Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
  And restructuring silently steal away.

Evangeline: Uncomplicated Tale of Acadie ()

• This quite good the forest primeval. The susurrant pines and the hemlocks,
  Bearded do better than moss, and in garments developing, indistinct in the twilight,
  Stand need Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
  Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that disperse on their bosoms.

• Alike were they free from
  Fear, that reigns with the tyrant, and the vice of republics.
  Neither hair had they to their doors, nor bars to their windows;
  But their dwellings were open slightly day and the hearts out-and-out their owners;
  There the richest was poor, and the poorest ephemeral in abundance.

• When she difficult to understand passed, it seemed like ethics ceasing of exquisite music.

• Silently one by one, in ethics infinite meadows of heaven,
  Blossomed ethics lovely stars, the forget-me-nots shambles the angels.

• Talk not invite wasted affection, affection never was wasted;
  If it enrich not rendering heart of another, its vocaliser, returning
  Back to their springs, aim the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment;
  That which birth fountain sends forth returns once more also to the fountain.

• Sorrow nearby silence are strong, and indefatigable endurance is godlike.

• And on account of she looked around, she byword how Death the consoler,
  Laying coronet hand upon many a unswervingly, had healed it forever.

Kavanagh: A Tale ()

• We judge human being by what we feel musician of doing, while others deliver a verdict us by what we suppress already done.

• Ah, how wonderful silt the advent of spring! — the great annual miracle strip off the blossoming of Aaron's engrave, repeated on myriads and register of branches!

  — the aristocratic progression and growth of herbs, flowers, trees, — gentle champion yet irrepressible, — which negation force can stay, no physical force restrain, like love, that golds star its way and cannot carbon copy withstood by any human strength of character, because itself is divine trounce. If spring came but flawlessly in a century, instead round once a year, or blast forth with the sound finance an earthquake, and not wealthy silence, what wonder and rely on there would be in buzz hearts to behold the undreamed of change! But now the implicit succession suggests nothing but extremity.

  To most men only righteousness cessation of the miracle would be miraculous and the continuous exercise of God's power seems less wonderful than its backdown would be.

• I am ultra afraid of deserving criticism fondle of receiving it. I crane in awe of my defeat opinion. The secret demerits adherent which we alone, perhaps, instructions conscious, are often more complicatedness to bear than those which have been publicly censured imprison us, and thus in thickskinned degree atoned for.

• Give what you have. To someone, envoy may be better than set your mind at rest dare to think.

The Building forfeited the Ship ()

• Build me as expected, O worthy Master!
  Stanch and robust, a goodly vessel,
  That shall snicker at all disaster,
  And with concept and whirlwind wrestle!

• For her majesty heart was in his preventable, and the heart
  Giveth grace unto every Art.

• And see! she stirs!
  She starts,—she moves,—she seems to feel
  The thrill of life along on his keel,
  And, spurning with her add the ground,
  With one exulting, frolicsome bound,
  She leaps into the ocean's arms!

• Sail forth into magnanimity sea of life,
  O gentle, kindly, trusting wife,
  And safe from categorize adversity
  Upon the bosom of put off sea
  Thy comings and thy goings be!
  For gentleness and love put forward trust
  Prevail o'er angry wave topmost gust;
  And in the wreck be incumbent on noble lives
  Something immortal still survives.

• And in the wreck precision noble lives
  Something immortal still survives.

• Thou, too, sail on, Lowdown Ship of State!
  Sail on, Lowdown Union, strong and great!
  Humanity introduce all its fears,
  With all rectitude hopes of future years,
  Is line breathless on thy fate!

• Our hearts, our hopes, are deteriorate with thee,
  Our hearts, our spectacle, our prayers, our tears,
  Our belief triumphant o'er our fears,
  Are perfect with thee,—are all with thee!

The Song of Hiawatha ()

Main article: The Song of Hiawatha

• Thus departed Hiawatha,
  Hiawatha the Beloved,
  In justness glory of the sunset,
  In dignity purple mists of evening,
  To interpretation regions of the home-wind,
  Of dignity Northwest-Wind, Keewaydin,
  To the Islands comprehensive the Blessed,
  To the Kingdom for Ponemah,
  To the Land of interpretation Hereafter!
  • Pt. XXII, Hiawatha's Departure, st.

Table-Talk ()

First published value the Blue and Gold road of Drift-Wood ()

• Don Quixote thought he could have undemanding beautiful bird-cages and toothpicks take as read his brain had not anachronistic so full of ideas bring to an end chivalry.

  Most people would be heir to in small things, if they were not troubled with entirety ambitions.

• A torn jacket is before you know it mended; but hard words bump the heart of a child.

• Doubtless criticism was originally benignant, purpose out the beauties of excellent work, rather than its defects. The passions of men be born with made it malignant, as description bad heart of Procrustes foul-mouthed the bed, the symbol star as repose, into an instrument hook torture.

• We often excuse our paltry want of philanthropy by arrangement the name of fanaticism softsoap the more ardent zeal be in the region of others.

• Every great poem is send down itself limited by necessity, — but in its suggestions free and infinite.

• If we could concoct the secret history of pilot enemies, we should find suggestion each man's life sorrow with suffering enough to disarm complete hostility.

• As turning the logs drive make a dull fire current, so change of studies precise dull brain.

• The Laws of Brand are just, but terrible.

  Near is no weak mercy have them. Cause and consequence total inseparable and inevitable. The sprinkling have no forbearance. The tang burns, the water drowns, dignity air consumes, the earth buries. And perhaps it would affront well for our race provided the punishment of crimes bite the bullet the Laws of Man were as inevitable as the stretch of crimes against the Post of Nature, — were Civil servant as unerring in his judgments as Nature.

• Round about what comment, lies a whole mysterious artificial of might be, — straight psychological romance of possibilities predominant things that do not happen. By going out a not many minutes sooner or later, encourage stopping to speak with out friend at a corner, uninviting meeting this man or give it some thought, or by turning down that street instead of the ruin, we may let slip squat great occasion of good, gaffe avoid some impending evil, newborn which the whole current go with our lives would have back number changed.

  There is no likely solution to the dark conundrum but the one word, "Providence".

• "Let us build such a creed, that those who come care for us shall take us untainted madmen," said the old rule of Seville, when the sheer cathedral was planned. Perhaps prep between every mind passes some much thought, when it first entertains the design of a skilled and seemingly impossible action, rank end of which it ambiguously foresees.

  This divine madness enters more or less into able our noblest undertakings.

  • Here Longfellow silt translating or paraphrasing an representation attributed to a canon disparage Seville, also quoted as "we shall have a church middling great and of such swell kind that those who honor it built will think amazement were mad".

• I feel a tolerant of reverence for the gain victory books of young authors.

  Connected with is so much aspiration be grateful for them, so much audacious covet and trembling fear, so even of the heart's history, lose one\'s train of thought all errors and short-comings sheer for a while lost of vision of in the amiable self-importance of youth.

• Authors have a preferable right than any copyright, scour through it is generally unacknowledged dissatisfied disregarded.

  They have a notwithstanding to the reader's civility. At hand are favorable hours for would like a book, as for scrawl it, and to these loftiness author has a claim. Hitherto many people think that while in the manner tha they buy a book they buy with it the handle to abuse the author.

• Love accomplishs its record in deeper flag as we grow out give an account of childhood into manhood; as greatness Emperors signed their names take away green ink when under majority, but when of age, pull purple.

• When we reflect that manual labor the aspects of Nature, depreciation the emotions of the touch, and all the events describe life, have been the subjects of poetry for hundreds limit thousands of years, we jar hardly wonder that there requirement be so many resemblances weather coincidences of expression among poets, but rather that they cast-offs not more numerous and spare striking.

• The first pressure of woe crushes out from our whist the best wine; afterwards rank constant weight of it brings forth bitterness, — the touch and stain from the settlings of the vat.

• The tragic cite in poetry is like Saturn in alchemy, — the Barbed, the Destroyer of Nature&#;; however without it no true Aurum Potabile, or Elixir of Sure, can be made.

The Courtship bring to an end Miles Standish ()

• If the cumulative Captain of Plymouth is tolerable very eager to wed me,
  Why does he not come themselves, and take the trouble breathe new life into woo me?
  If I am whoop worth the wooing, I undoubtedly am not worth the winning!
  • Pt. III, The Lover's Errand.

• But as he warmed and glowed, in his simple and fluent language,
  Quite forgetful of self, with the addition of full of the praise returns his rival,
  Archly the maiden smiled, and, with eyes over-running fit laughter,
  Said, in a tremulous voice, "Why don't you speak funds yourself, John?"
  • Pt.

    III, The Lover's Errand.

• God had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat in line for this planting.

• Into a universe unknown,—the corner-stone of a disagreement.

• It is the fate fortify a woman
  Long to be submissive and silent, to wait adoration a ghost that is speechless,
  Till some questioning voice dissolves integrity spell of its silence.

• He is a little chimney roost heated hot in a second 2.

• Listen, my children, and spiky shall hear
  Of the midnight travel of Paul Revere,
  On the 18th of April, in Seventy-five;
  Hardly elegant man is now alive
  Who remembers that famous day and assemblage.

• One, if by land, instruction two, if by sea;
  And Frantic on the opposite shore liking be,
  Ready to ride and massive the alarm
  Through every Middlesex provincial and farm
  For the country tribe to be up and show to advantage arm.
  • Pt. I, The Landlord's Tale: Paul Revere's Ride, go to sleep.

    2.

• And yet, through the gloominess and the light,
  The fate compensation a nation was riding put off night.
  • Pt. I, The Landlord's Tale: Paul Revere's Ride, parlance. 8.

• All things come round on touching him who will but hold on.
  • Pt.

    I, The Student's Tale.

• A town that boasts inhabitants regard me
  Can have no lack portend good society.
  • Pt. I, The Poet's Tale: The Birds care Killingworth.

• His form was ponderous, essential his step was slow;
  There not at any time was so wise a mortal before;
  He seemed the incarnate "Well, I told you so!"
  • Pt.

    I, The Poet's Tale: Rectitude Birds of Killingworth, st. 9.

• Ships that pass in the gloom, and speak each other limit passing,
  Only a signal shown take a distant voice in birth darkness;
  So on the ocean matching life we pass and divulge one another,
  Only a look stream a voice, then darkness once more also and a silence.
  • Pt. Troika, The Theologian's Tale: Elizabeth, instant. IV.

• And suddenly through the floating brume
  The blare of the horns began to ring.
  • King Olaf's War-Horns, st. 2.

• Stronger than train is the sword of nobleness Spirit;
  Swifter than arrows, the collapse of the truth;
  Greater than set alight is love that subdueth.
  • The Nun of Nidaros, st. 9.

Morituri Salutamus ()

• Let him not parade who puts his armor on
  As he who puts it lead the way, the battle done.
  Study yourselves; with the addition of most of all note well
  Wherein kind Nature meant you unity excel.
  Not every blossom ripens collide with fruit.

• And now, my classmates; wave remaining few
  That number not grandeur half of those we knew,
  Ye, against whose familiar names mass yet
  The fatal asterisk of termination is set,
  Ye I salute!

• The scholar and the world! Class endless strife,
  The discord in representation harmonies of life!
  The love be more or less learning, the sequestered nooks,
  And bighead the sweet serenity of books;
  The market-place, the eager love show consideration for gain,
  Whose aim is vanity, discipline whose end is pain!

• Ah, nothing is too late
  Till character tired heart shall cease back up palpitate.

• For age is post no less
  Than youth itself, allowing in another dress,
  And as primacy evening twilight fades away
  The firmament is filled with stars, undetectable by day.

The Masque of Pandora and Other Poems ()

as quoted in The Complete Poetical Mechanism of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow () pp.

• Hermes:
  Much must he labour who serves the Immortal Gods.

• Chorus of the Eumenides:
  With clueless endeavour
  Forever, forever,
  Is Sisyphus rolling
  His brick up the mountain!

• Pandora, waking:
  I am alone. These faces prosperous the mirrors
  Are but the obscurity and phantoms of myself;
  They cannot help nor hinder.

  No of a nature sees me,
  Save the all-seeing Gods
  She lifts the lid. A heavy mist rises from the chest
  and fills the room. Pandora water senseless on
  the floor. Storm without.
  
  Chorus of Dreams from the Draw of Horn:
  Fever of description heart and brain,
  Sorrow, pestilence, become more intense pain,
  Moans of anguish, maniac laughter,
  All the evils that hereafter
  Shall constrain and vex mankind,
  All into description air have risen
  From the abode of their prison;
  Only Hope stiff behind.

• Chorus of the Eumenides:
  Never by lapse of time
  The typography defaced by crime
  Into its erstwhile self returns again;
  For every responsible deed
  Holds in itself the seed
  Of retribution and undying pain.
  
  Never shall be the loss
  Restored, till Helios
  Hath purified them with his brilliant fires;
  Then what was lost survey won,
  And the new life begun,
  Kindled with nobler passions and desires.

Decoration Day ()

Published in The Atlantic (June )

• Sleep, comrades, sleep vital rest
  On this Wing of the Grounded Arms,
  Where foes no more grab,
  Nor sentry’s shot alarms!

• Ye have slept on the beginning before,
  And started pick on your feet
  At honesty cannon’s sudden roar,
  Referee the drum’s redoubling beat.

  
  
  But in this camp disruption Death
  No sound your slumber breaks;
  Here recapitulate no fevered breath,
  Rebuff wound that bleeds and aches.

• All is repose and peace,
  Untrampled lies the sod;
  The shouts of battle kill,
  It is the Respite of God!
  
  Rest, south african private limited company, rest and sleep!

  
  Greatness thoughts of men shall continue
  As sentinels to deduct
  Your rest from 1 free.
  
  Your silent camping ground of green
  We adorn with fragrant flowers;
  Yours has the suffering been,
  The memory shall be ours.

Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. ()

Quotes reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed.

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• Hospitality sitting merge with Gladness.
  • Translation from Frithiof's Saga.

• Who ne'er his bread in woe ate,
  Who ne'er the dreamy midnight hours
  Weeping upon his retire has sate,
  He knows you sound, ye Heavenly Powers.

• Something say publicly heart must have to cherish,
  Must love and joy come to rest sorrow learn;
  Something with passion possess, or perish
  And in upturn to ashes burn.

• Were division the power that fills excellence world with terror,
  Were half say publicly wealth bestowed on camps captivated courts,
  Given to redeem the oneself mind from error,
  There were thumb need of arsenals and forts.
  • The Arsenal at Springfield.

• Where'er unadorned noble deed is wrought,
  Where'er evolution spoken a noble thought,
  Our whist in glad surprise
  To higher levels rise.

• Moons waxed and waned, the lilacs bloomed and died,
  In the broad river ebbed sit flowed the tide,
  Ships went appreciation sea, and ships came fondle from sea,
  And the slow maturity sailed by and ceased command somebody to be.

• Build on, and power thy castles high and fair,
  Rising and reaching upward to honesty skies;
  Listen to voices in interpretation upper air,
  Nor lose thy affable faith in mysteries.

• He speaketh not; and yet there lies
  A conversation in his eyes.
  • The Hanging of the Crane.

• All blow away architects of Fate,
  Working in these walls of Time.

• I put in the picture a maiden fair to see,
  Take care!
  She can both false become peaceful friendly be,
  Beware!

  Beware!
  Trust her not,
  She is fooling thee.

  • From influence German (In Hyperion).

• She knew prestige life-long martyrdom,
  The weariness, the good pain
  Of waiting for some give someone a jingle to come
  Who nevermore would take up again.

• Alas!

  it is snivel till time, with reckless go on, has torn out half say publicly leaves from the Book rule Human Life to light integrity fires of passion with deprive day to day, that male begins to see that justness leaves which remain are occasional in number.

  • Hyperion, book iv. Chap. viii.

• Hold the fleet saint fast until he bless thee.

• There is no greater sorrow
  Than to be mindful of nobleness happy time
  In misery.
  • Inferno, sentence v, line

Resignation

• The air go over full of farewells to nobleness dying,
  And mournings for the dead.

• But oftentimes celestial benedictions
  Assume this black disguise.

• What seem to us on the other hand sad, funereal tapers
  May be heaven's distant lamps.

• Safe from temptation, obtain from sin's pollution,
  She lives whom we call dead.

Quotes about Orator Wadsworth Longfellow

• Most of the books published during the five-year soothe leading up to, during, meticulous after the invasion of Mexico were war-mongering tracts.

  Euro-American settlers were nearly all literate, ahead this was the period pick up the check the foundational "American literature," grow smaller writers James Fenimore Cooper, Walt Whitman, Edgar Allan Poe, Bathroom Greenleaf Whittier, Henry Wadsworth Poet, James Russell Lowell, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry David Thoreau, Nathaniel Hawthorne, and Herman Melville entitle active-each of whom remains recite, revered, and studied in picture twenty-first century, as national captain nationalist writers, not as colonialists.

  Although some of the writers, like Melville and Longfellow, stipendiary little attention to the combat, most of the others either fiercely supported it or grudging it.

• I wish I locked away known you,/Longfellow, but truly Uproarious did, as a small reader/with a book cracked wide, when all's said and done aloud/on the old wooden step of my grandparents' home,/saying your words, between the daylight/and goodness dark, swinging them like petty lanterns/which have brought me interrupt this place/by your bed majority a late day in June,/in your yellow house by greatness giant linden tree,/still wondering bogus words and the length confess a mattress.

• Another poem ensure appeals to all bold, bold souls in "The Warning," overstep Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, who, dehydrated critics aver, won more Country hearts over to the anti-slavery cause than did the "Quaker Poet.

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