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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow quotes

American Poet February 27, 1807 – March 24, 1882

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow quote: "There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first..."
There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow quote: "It is a beautiful trait in the lover's character, that they..."
It is a beautiful trait in the lover's character, that they think no evil of the object loved. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thus it is our daughters leave us, Those we love, and those who love us! Just when they have learned to help us, When we are old and lean upon them, Comes a youth with flaunting feathers, With his flute of reeds, a stranger Wanders piping through the village, Beckons to the fairest maiden, And she follows where he leads her, Leaving all things for the stranger! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow quote: "The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet..."
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books." ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow quote: "The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet..."
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is 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. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow quote: "Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,..."
Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow quote: "The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is..."
The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow quote: "It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less..."
It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow quote: "Love gives itself; it is not bought."
Love gives itself; it is not bought. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow quote: "Unasked, Unsought, Love gives itself but is not bought"
Unasked, Unsought, Love gives itself but is not bought Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow quote: "Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak."
Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
... for it is the fate of a woman. Long to be patient and silent, to wait like a ghost that is speechless, Till some questioning voice dissolves the spell of its silence. Hence is the inner life of so many suffering women. Sunless and silent and deep, like subterranean rivers. Runnng through caverns of darkness... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
... Lives of great men all remind us we can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us. Footprints on the sands of time, Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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