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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes - Page 19

The true poet is a friendly man. He takes to his arms even cold and inanimate things, and rejoices in his heart.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1873). “Prose Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.373

Now to rivulets from the mountains Point the rods of fortune-tellers; Youth perpetual dwells in fountains, Not in flasks, and casks, and cellars.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1849). “The Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ; Complete in One Volume”, p.110

I am weary of your quarrels, Weary of your wars and bloodshed, Weary of your prayers for vengeance, Of your wranglings and dissensions

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The poetical works of Henry W. Longfellow, ed. with a critical memoir by W.M. Rossetti, illustr. by W. Lawson. Illustr. by E. Edwards”, p.173

O lovely eyes of azure, Clear as the waters of a brook that run Limpid and laughing in the summer sun!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1875). “The Masque of Pandora: And Other Poems”, p.6

The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, Kisses the blushing leaf.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1859). “The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. New complete ed., with illustr, by J. Gilbert”, p.15

Labor with what zeal we will, Something still remains undone, Something uncompleted still Waits the rising of the sun.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.352, Library of America

When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “Evangeline (Annotated Student's Edition)”, p.27, Jazzybee Verlag