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Under the spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. . . . He earns whate'er he can, And

Under the spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. . . . He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. . . . Toiling,-rejoicing,-sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Life, Strong, Morning
"The Village Blacksmith" st. 7 (1839)

Among the noblest in the land - Though man may count himself the least - That man I honor and revere, Who without favor, without fear, In the great city dares to stand, The friend of every friendless beast.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Men, Vegetarianism, Land
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.665, Jazzybee Verlag

And the bright faces of my young companions Are wrinkled like my own, or are no more.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Age, Faces, Young
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.163, Jazzybee Verlag

Balder the Beautiful Is dead, is dead!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Beautiful
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1862). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Eight Engravings on Steel”, p.179

God is not dead; nor doth He sleep; ... The wrong shall fail, The right prevail, With peace on earth, good will to men.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Peace, Sleep, Men
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.334

The motives and purposes of authors are not always so pure and high, as, in the enthusiasm of youth, we sometimes imagine. To many the trumpet of fame is nothing but a tin horn to call them home, like laborers from, the field, at dinner-time, and they think themselves lucky to get the dinner.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Home, Thinking, Enthusiasm
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “Kavanagh (Annotated Edition)”, p.46, Jazzybee Verlag

A boy's will is the wind's will.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thank You, Children, Son
'My Lost Youth' (1858)

Many a poem is marred by a superfluous verse.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Writing, Language, Superfluous
"The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow".

He had mittens, Minjekahwun, Magic mittens made of deer-skin; When upon his hands he wore them, He could smite the rocks asunder, He could grind them into powder.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Rocks, Hands, Magic
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1867). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Complete Edition”, p.205

The emigrant's way o'er the western desert is mark'd by Camp-fires long consum'd and bones that bleach in the sunshine.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sunshine, Fire, Long

Alas! it is not till time, with reckless hand, has torn out half the leaves from the Book of Human Life to light the fires of passion with from day to day, that man begins to see that the leaves which remain are few in number.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Life, Book, Passion
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1851). “The prose works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.193

A millstone and the human heart are driven ever round, If they have nothing else to grind, they must themselves be ground.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Fate, Grind
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1849). “The Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ; Complete in One Volume”, p.114

The natural alone is permanent.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Nature, Natural, Permanent
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1849). “Kavanagh: A Tale”, p.59

Big words do not smite like war-clubs, Boastful breath is not a bow-string, Taunts are not so sharp as arrows, Deeds are better things than words are, Actions mightier than boastings.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
War, Arrows, Deeds
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.195, Library of America

Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Stars, Rain, Clouds
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1851). “Hyperion, and Kavanagh”, p.163

"Do not fear! Heaven is as near," He said, "by water as by land!"

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Fear, Land, Water
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.424

Stars of earth, these golden flowers; emblems of our own great resurrection; emblems of the bright and better land.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Stars, Flower, Land
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Horace Elisha Scudder (1922). “The Complete Poetical Works of Longfellow”

The morrow was a bright September morn; The earth was beautiful as if newborn; There was nameless splendor everywhere, That wild exhilaration in the air, Which makes the passers in the city street Congratulate each other as they meet.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Beautiful, Air, Cities
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.371, Library of America

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Stars, Flower, Blue
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1849). “The Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ; Complete in One Volume”, p.10

The everyday cares and duties, which men call drudgery, are the weights and counterpoises of the clock of time, giving its pendulum a true vibration and its hands a regular motion; and when they cease to hang upon its wheels, the pendulum no longer swings, the hands no longer move the clock stands still.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Time, Moving, Men
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “Kavanagh (Annotated Edition)”, p.46, Jazzybee Verlag

The lamps are lit, the fires burn bright. The house is full of life and light.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Life, Fire, Light
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.912, Delphi Classics

Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives whom we call dead.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Life, Temptation, Safe
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1859). “The Complete Poetical Works”, p.210

Time has a doomsday book, upon whose pages he is continually recording illustrious names. But as often as a new name is written there, an old one disappears. Only a few stand in illuminated characters never to be effaced.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Book, Character, Names
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1851). “The prose works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.37

Love is a bodily shape; and Christian works are no more than animate faith and love, as flowers are the animate springtide.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Faith, Christian, Flower

I know not how it is, but during a voyage I collect books as a ship does barnacles.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Book, Doe, Voyages
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1967). “The Letters of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Volume I-II: 1814-1843”, p.469, Harvard University Press

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