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See yonder fire! It is the moon slow rising o'er the eastern hill. It glimmers on the forest tips, and through the dewy foliage drips In little rivulets of light, and makes the heart in love with night.

See yonder fire! It is the moon slow rising o'er the eastern hill. It glimmers on the forest tips, and through the dewy foliage drips In little rivulets of light, and makes the heart in love with night.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Moon, Night
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Edwin Edwards (1871). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Edited, with a Critical Memoir, by W. M. Rossetti. Illustrated ... by E. Edwards”, p.165

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Wall, Sleep, Dust
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1849). “The Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ; Complete in One Volume”, p.50

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Time, Heart, Hands
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1861). “The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, including his translations and notes”, p.203

This will be a great day in our history; the date of a New Revolution - quite as much needed as the old one. Even now as I write they are leading old John Brown to execution in Virginia for attempting to rescue slaves! This is sowing the wind to reap the whirlwind which will come soon!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
War, Writing, Virginia
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.2428, Delphi Classics

Learn to labour and to wait.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Life, Waiting, Labour
'A Psalm of Life' (1838).

Morality without religion is only a kind of dead reckoning - an endeavor to find our place on a cloudy sea by measuring the distance we have run, but without any observation of the heavenly bodies.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Running, Distance, Sea
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.729, Library of America

Beautiful in form and feature, lovely as the day, can there be so fair a creature formed of common clay?

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Beauty, Beautiful, Lovely
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.873, Delphi Classics

Do not delay, Do not delay: the golden moments fly!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Procrastination, Golden Moments, Delay
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.817, Jazzybee Verlag

Man is unjust, but God is just; and finally justice triumphs.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Men, Justice, Triumph
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.70, Library of America

There in seclusion and remote from men The wizard hand lies cold, Which at its topmost speed let fall the pen, And left the tale half told. Ah! who shall lift that wand of magic power, And the lost clew regain? The unfinished window in Aladdin's tower Unfinished must remain!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Lying, Fall, Men
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.774, Jazzybee Verlag

Listen my children and you shall hear, Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Children, Midnight, My Children
Tales of aWayside Inn pt. 1 "The Landlord's Tale: Paul Revere's Ride" st. 1 (1863)

The hearts of some women tremble like leaves at every breath of love which reaches them, and they are still again. Others, like the ocean, are moved only by the breath of a storm, and not so easily lulled to rest.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ocean, Heart, Storm
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1851). “The prose works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.147

Then read from the treasured volume the poem of thy choice, and lend to the rhyme of the poet the beauty of thy voice.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Beauty, Voice, Choices
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1849). “The Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ; Complete in One Volume”, p.108

Build me straight. O worthy Master! Staunch and strong, a goodly vessel That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Strong, Laughing, Ships
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.121, Library of America

It is Lucifer, The son of mystery; And since God suffers him to be, He too, is God's minister, And labors for some good By us not understood.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Son, Suffering, Devil
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.1245, Jazzybee Verlag

The secret anniversaries of the heart.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Birthday, Time, Heart
'The Ladder of Saint Augustine' (1850)

There is no light in earth or heaven but the cold light of stars; and the first watch of night is given to the red planet Mars.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Stars, Night, Light
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1867). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Complete Edition”, p.3

Kind messages, that pass from land to land; Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history, In which we feel the pressure of a hand,-- One touch of fire,--and all the rest is mystery!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Fire, Hands
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.126

Youth, hope, and love: To build a new life on a ruined life, To make the future fairer than the past, And make the past appear a troubled dream.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Dream, Past, And Love
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.895, Delphi Classics

And when she was good she was very very good. But when she was bad she was horrid.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Very Good
Composed for, and sung to, his second daughter while a babe in arms, c.1850. B. R. Tucker-Macchetta 'The Home Life of Henry W. Longfellow' (1882) ch. 5, also E. W. Longfellow 'Random Memories' (1922) p. 15

To-day, to-morrow, every day, to thousands the end of the world is close at hand. And why should we fear it? We walk here, as it were, in the crypts of life; at times, from the great cathedral above us, we can hear the organ and the chanting choir; we see the light stream through the open door, when some friend goes up before us; and shall we fear to mount the narrow staircase of the grave that leads us out of this uncertain twilight into life eternal?

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Time, Twilight, Doors
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1851). “The prose works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.473

Still stands the forest primeval; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping.Under the humble walls of the little catholic churchyard,In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed;Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them,Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever,Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer are busy,Thousands of toiling hands, where theirs have ceased from their labors,Thousands of weary feet, where theirs have completed their journey!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Wall, Lying, Heart
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1861). “The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, including his translations and notes”, p.40

Music is the language spoken by angels.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Angel, Language, Music Is

Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Future, Heart, Iron Will
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.2016, Delphi Classics

More and more do I feel, as I advance in life, how little we really know of each other. Friendship seems to me like the touch of musical-glasses--it is only contact; but the glasses themselves, and their contents, remain quite distinct and unmingled.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Glasses, Musical, Littles
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1888). “Longfellow's Days: The Longfellow Prose Birthday Book : Extracts from the Journals and Letters of H. W. Longfellow”

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