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O summer day beside the joyous sea! O summer day so wonderful and white, So full of gladness and so full of pain! Forever and forever shalt thou be To some the gravestone of a dead delight, To some the landmark of a new

O summer day beside the joyous sea! O summer day so wonderful and white, So full of gladness and so full of pain! Forever and forever shalt thou be To some the gravestone of a dead delight, To some the landmark of a new domain.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Summer, Pain, July
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1875). “The Masque of Pandora: And Other Poems”, p.140

Buried was the bloody hatchet; Buried was the dreadful war-club; Buried were all warlike weapons, And the war-cry was forgotten. Then was peace among the nations.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Peace, War, Clubs
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Chase Salmon Osborn, Stellanova Osborn (1944). “"Hiawatha".: with its original Indian legends, compiled, with essays on its authentic background of lake Superior country and Chippewa Indians”

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Land, History, Lamps
"Santa Filomena" st. 10 (1858).

We often excuse our own want of philanthropy by giving the name of fanaticism to the more ardent zeal of others.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Names, Giving, Want
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.796, Library of America

Love contending with friendship, and self with each generous impulse. To and fro in his breast his thoughts were heaving and dashing, As in a foundering ship.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Life, Self, Ships
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1861). “The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, including his translations and notes”, p.352

A great sorrow, like a mariner's quadrant, brings the sun at noon down to the horizon, and we learn where we are on the sea of life.

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

The twilight is sad and cloudy, The wind blows wild and free, And like the wings of sea-birds Flash the white caps of the sea.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Twilight, Blow, Wind
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.131

I promise myself great pleasure from my visit to England. You know I am to stay with Dickens while in London; and beside his own very agreeable society, I shall enjoy that of the most noted literary men of the day, which will be a great gratification to me.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Men, Promise, London
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1967). “The Letters of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Volume I-II: 1814-1843”, p.468, Harvard University Press

How far the gulf-stream of our youth may flow Into the arctic regions of our lives, Where little else than life itself survives.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Age, May, Littles
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.627, Library of America

The life of woman is full of woe, Toiling on and on and on, With breaking heart, and tearful eyes, The secret longings that arise, Which this world never satisfies! Some more, some less, but of the whole Not one quite happy, no, not one!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sad, Women, Heart
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1867). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Complete Edition”, p.156

Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and silence.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Voice, Silence, Darkness
Tales of aWayside Inn pt. 3 "The Theologian's Tale: Elizabeth" pt. 4 (1874)

Thou shalt learn The wisdom early to discern True beauty in utility.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
True Beauty, Utility
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1848). “Poems on Slavery, Early Poems, additional Poems, and Ballads”, p.12

And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, and silently steal away.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Music, Night, Poetry
"The Day Is Done" st. 11 (1844)

I do not love thee less for what is done, And cannot be undone. Thy very weakness Hath brought thee nearer to me, and henceforth My love will have a sense of pity in it, Making it less a worship than before.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Life, Weakness, Done
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.895, Delphi Classics

Look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Errors, Sorrow, Looks
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1854). “The Works: Hyperion”, p.190

For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Song, Strong, Hate
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.334

For in the night, unseen, a single warrior, In sombre harness mailed, Dreaded of man, and surnamed the Destroyer, The rampart wall has scaled. He passed into the chamber of the sleeper, The dark and silent room, And as he entered, darker grew, and deeper, The silence and the gloom.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Wall, Warrior, Dark
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (185?). “The Poetical Works of Henry W. Longfellow”, p.471

The day is dark and cold and dreary; it rains, and the wind is never weary.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Rain, Dark, Wind
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, “The Rainy Day”

In the mouths of many men soft words are like roses that soldiers put into the muzzles of their muskets on holidays.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Holiday, Men, Hypocrisy
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.796, Library of America

And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Hands, Forever
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1867). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Complete Edition”, p.124

All sense of hearing and of sight enfold in the serene delight and quietude of sleep.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sleep, Sight, Delight
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1875). “The Masque of Pandora: And Other Poems”, p.44

Oh, what a glory doth this world put on, for him who with a fervent heart goes forth under the bright and glorious sky, and looks on duties well performed, and days well spent.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Sky, Day Well Spent
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.70, Delphi Classics

Very hot and still the air was, Very smooth the gliding river, Motionless the sleeping shadows.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Summer, Sleep, Rivers
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.241

What child has a heart to sing in this capricious clime of ours, when spring comes sailing in from the sea, with wet and heavy cloud-sails and the misty pennon of the east-wind nailed to the mast.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Children, Spring, Heart
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1851). “The prose works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.46

Ah! What would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Children, Dark, Desert
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.285

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