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The bravest are the tenderest.

The bravest are the tenderest.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"The Poetical Works of Bayard Taylor" by Bayard Taylor, "The Song of the Camp", (p. 86), 1907.

Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest of all the arts.

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Art, Architecture, Architect
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2008). “Michael Angelo and Translations”, p.29, Wildside Press LLC

The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Morning, Air, Pouring
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1912). “The complete poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.1714, Library of Alexandria

Prayer is innocence's friend; and willingly flieth incessant 'twist the earth and the sky, the carrier-pigeon of heaven.

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Prayer, Sky, Heaven
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Sir John Gilbert (1858). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow ... A Complete Edition, Including the Song of Hiawatha. With Illustrations by J. Gilbert, Etc”, p.73

Into each life some rain must fall.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Life, Rain, Fall
"The Rainy Day" st. 3 (1842)

Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll.

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Stars, Clouds, Air
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1867). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Complete Edition”, p.6

The prayer of Ajax was for light.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Prayer, Ajax, Light
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.40

Nothing useless is, or low; Each thing in its place is best; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Support, Useless, Lows
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1867). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Complete Edition”, p.134

The country is lyric, the town dramatic. When mingled, they make the most perfect musical drama.

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Country, Drama, Perfect
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1851). “The prose works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.430

The warriors that fought for their country, and bled, Have sunk to their rest; the damp earth is their bed; No stone tells the place where their ashes repose, Nor points out the spot from the graves of their foes. They died in their glory, surrounded by fame, And Victory's loud trump their death did proclaim; They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast, And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest.

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Country, Warrior, Names
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Horace Elisha Scudder (1922). “The Complete Poetical Works of Longfellow”

Ah, the souls of those that die Are but sunbeams lifted higher.

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Soul, Sunbeams, Higher
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1867). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Complete Edition”, p.175

Then from the neighboring thicket the mocking-bird, wildest of singers, Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o'er the water, Shook from his little throat such floods of delirious music, That the whole air and the woods and the waves seemed silent to listen.

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Air, Water, Bird
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1988). “Selected Poems”, p.49, Penguin

O ye dead Poets, who are living still Immortal in your verse, though life be fled, And ye, O living Poets, who are dead Though ye are living, if neglect can kill, Tell me if in the darkest hours of ill, With drops of anguish falling fast and red From the sharp crown of thorns upon your head, Ye were not glad your errand to fulfill?

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Fall, Crowns, Errands
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “Favorite Poems”, p.100, Courier Corporation

Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Rivers, Feet, Childhood
'Michael Angelo' (1883) pt. 1, sect. 5

If the great Captain of Plymouth is so very eager to wed me, Why does he not come himself, and take the trouble to woo me? If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning!

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Winning, Doe, Plymouth
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “Favorite Poems”, p.54, Courier Corporation

Into a world unknown,-the corner-stone of a nation!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
World, Stones, Corners
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1988). “Selected Poems”, p.91, Penguin

Often times we call a man [or woman] cold when he [or she] is only sad.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Men, Cold

We see but dimly through the mists and vapors; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heaven, Lamps, May
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.134

Our ingress into the world Was naked and bare; Our progress through the world Is trouble and care.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Progress, Naked, World
1872 Tales of aWayside Inn, pt.2,'The Student's Tale: The Cobbler of Hagenau'.

Then fell upon the house a sudden gloom, a shadow on those features fair and thin. And softly, from the hushed and darkened room, two angels issued, where but one went in.

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Death, Angel, Two
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1872). “The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Author's complete ed”, p.461

No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.

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Sweet, Nature, Tears
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1869). “The Poetical Works”, p.19

Thinking the deed, and not the creed, Would help us in our utmost need.

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Thinking, Religion, Gardening
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.360, Library of America

O flower-de-luce, bloom on, and let the river Linger to kiss thy feet! O flower of song, bloom on, and make forever The world more fair and sweet.

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Song, Sweet, Flower
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1873). “Flower-de-luce and Three Books of Song...”, p.10

No action, whether foul or fair, Is ever done, but it leaves somewhere A record, written by fingers ghostly, As a blessing or a curse, and mostly In the greater weakness or greater strength Of the acts which follow it.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Blessing, Weakness, Done
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1867). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Complete Edition”, p.160

From labor there shall come forth rest.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Labor
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1848). “Poems”, p.104

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