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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

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.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Clever, Dirty, Letters

The holiest of all holidays are those Kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart, When the full river of feeling overflows;- The happy days unclouded to their close; The sudden joys that our of darkness start As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Holiday, Blow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.857, Jazzybee Verlag

When thou are not pleased, beloved, Then my heart is sad and darkened, As the shining river darkens When the clouds drop shadows on it! When thou smilest, my beloved, Then my troubled heart is brightened, As in sunshine gleam the ripples That the cold wind makes in rivers.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Sunshine, Clouds
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.389, Jazzybee Verlag

Taste the joy That springs from labor.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Spring, Joy, Taste
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1875). “The Masque of Pandora: And Other Poems”, p.35

Patience; accomplish thy labor; accomplish thy work of affection! Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike. Therefore accomplish thy labor of love, till the heart is made godlike, Purified, strengthened, perfected, and rendered more worthy of heaven.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Patience, Strong, Heart
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.112

Is this is a dream? O, if it be a dream, Let me sleep on, and do not wake me yet!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Dream, Sleep, Let Me
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1859). “Poems. New, complete ed”, p.343

Welcome, Disappointment! Thy hand is cold and hard, but it is the hand of a friend. Thy voice is stern and harsh, but it is the voice of a friend. Oh, there is something sublime in calm endurance, something sublime in the resolute, fixed purpose of suffering without complaining, which makes disappointment oftentimes better than success!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Disappointment, Hands, Voice
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1851). “The prose works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.155

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.

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

In the long, sleepless watches of the night, A gentle face the face of one long dead Looks at me from the wall, where round its head The night-lamp casts a halo of pale light.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Wall, Night, Light
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.2399, Delphi Classics

Take this sorrow to thy heart and make it part of thee, and it shall nourish thee till thou art strong again.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Art, Strong, Sadness
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1857). “Prose Works”, p.152

Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest art of all the arts. Painting and sculpture are but images, Are merely shadows cast by outward things On stone or canvas, having in themselves No separate existence. Architecture, Existing in itself, and not in seeming A something it is not, surpasses them As substance shadow.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Art, Badass, Bad Ass
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.1489, Delphi Classics

Nothing that is can pause or stay.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Change, Pauses
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.956, Delphi Classics

O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Lying, Humanity, Suffering
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.22, Library of America

Ah, how skillful grows the hand That obeyeth Love's command! It is the heart, and not the brain, That to the highest doth attain, And he who followeth Love's behest Far excelleth all the rest!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Life, Heart, Hands
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1867). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Complete Edition”, p.127

For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Art, Heart, Grace
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.116, Library of America

Oh, how short are the days! How soon the night overtakes us!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Night, Today
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, “Tales Of A Wayside Inn: Part 3. The Theologian's Tale; Elizabeth”

In the long run men hit only what they aim at.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Inspirational, Success, Running

Be noble in every thought And in every deed!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Noble, Deeds, Nobility
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.161

Then stars arise, and the night is holy.

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

Let us, then, be what we are; speak what we think; and in all things keep ourselves loyal to truth.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thinking, Principles, Loyal
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1867). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Complete Edition”, p.265

The tragic element in poetry is like Saturn in alchemy, — the Malevolent, the Destroyer of Nature ; but without it no true Aurum Potabile, or Elixir of Life, can be made.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Poetry, Elements, Saturn
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1866). “Kavanagh. Driftwood”, p.365

It was a high counsel that I once heard given to a young person, - always do what you are afraid to do.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Fear, Light, Rays
"Essays, First Series - Ralph Waldo Emerson". Book by Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1841.

Age is opportunity no less than youth itself.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Happy Birthday, Twilight, Opportunity
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.627, Library of America

As great Pythagoras of yore, Standing beside the blacksmith's door, And hearing the hammers, as they smote The anvils with a different note, Stole from the varying tones, that hung Vibrant on every iron tongue, The secret of the sounding wire. And formed the seven-chorded lyre.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Iron, Doors, Secret
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1848). “Poems”, p.105

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

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

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