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Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Life, Sad, Depressing
Tales of aWayside Inn pt. 3 "The Theologian's Tale: Elizabeth" pt. 4 (1874)

That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Literature, Return, Fountain
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1859). “The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: A New Complete Edition, Including Miles Standish and Other Poems”, p.252

The greatest grace of a gift, perhaps, is that it anticipates and admits of no return.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Grace, Return, Anticipate
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1887). “Final Memorials of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”

This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ocean, Twilight, Sadness
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1867). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Complete Edition”, p.98

Talk not of wasted affection - affection never was wasted.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Love, Dream, Easter
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.88, Library of America

Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship Let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Friendship, Best Friend, Good Friend
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.265

The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Memories, Dark
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.295, Jazzybee Verlag

Tis always morning somewhere.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Morning, Compensation
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1866). “The Later Poems”, p.108

My Book and Heart Shall never part.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Book, Heart, Parting

The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well, and doing well whatever you do without thought of fame. If it comes at all it will come because it is deserved, not because it is sought after.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Success, Congratulations, Literature
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1848). “Hyperion”, p.66

Let nothing disturb thee, Nothing affright thee; All things are passing; God never changeth; Patient endurance Attaineth to all things; Who God possesseth In nothing is wanting; Alone God sufficeth.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Patience, Endurance, Patient
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.694, Library of America

This is the place. Stand still, my steed,- Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy past The forms that once have been.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Past, Scene, Form
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.31, Library of America

My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Beach, Ocean, Marine
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.189

If the mind, that rules the body, ever so far forgets itself as to trample on its slave, the slave is never generous enough to forgive the injury, but will rise and smite the oppressor.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Forgiving, Mind, Body

I feel a kind of reverence for the first books of young authors. There is so much aspiration in them, so much audacious hope and trembling fear, so much of the heart's history, that all errors and shortcomings are for a while lost sight of in the amiable self assertion of youth.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Book, Reading, Heart
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1873). “Prose Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.453

Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sorrow, Bed, Midnight
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.703, Library of America

That was the first sound in the song of love! Scarce more than silence is, and yet a sound. Hands of invisible spirits touch the strings Of that mysterious instrument, the soul, And play the prelude of our fate. We hear The voice prophetic, and are not alone.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Life, Song, Fate
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1872). “The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Author's complete ed”, p.108

Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the surface Is as the tossing buoy, that betrays where the anchor is hidden.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Anchors, Feelings, Buoys
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “Evangeline and Other Poems”, p.40, Courier Corporation

Trouble is the next best thing to enjoyment; there is no fate in the world so horrible as to have no share in either its joys or sorrows.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Fate, Joy, Sorrow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1891). “The Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Life of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”

The mind of the scholar, if you would have it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds. It is better that his armor should be somewhat bruised by rude encounters even, than hang forever rusting on the wall.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Wall, Knowledge, Rude
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1866). “Hyperion”, p.79

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
Love, Life, Wings
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.1961, Delphi Classics

The day is done; and slowly from the scene the stooping sun upgathers his spent shafts, and puts them back into his golden quiver!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Twilight, Done, Golden
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1868). “The Golden Legend”, p.182

Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood; as the Emperors signed their names in green ink when under age, but when of age, in purple.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Life, Color, Names
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1873). “Prose Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.454

Your silent tents of green We deck with fragrant flowers; Yours has the suffering been, The memory shall be ours.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Uplifting, Memorial Day, Memories
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.1074, Delphi Classics

I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Christmas, Sweet, Xmas
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.475, Library of America

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