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But ah! what once has been shall be no more! The groaning earth in travail and in pain Brings forth its races, but does not restore, And the dead nations never rise again.

But ah! what once has been shall be no more! The groaning earth in travail and in pain Brings forth its races, but does not restore, And the dead nations never rise again.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Pain, Race, Doe
1855 'The Jewish Cemetery at Newport'.

The trees are white with dust, that o'er their sleep Wave their broad curtains in the south-wind's breath, While underneath such leafy tents they keep The long, mysterious Exodus of Death.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sleep, Dust, Wind
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.481

The heaven of poetry and romance still lies around us and within us.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Lying, Romance, Heaven
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1866). “Kavanagh. Driftwood”, p.307

Look at this vigorous plant that lifts its head from the meadow, See how its leaves are turned to the north, as true as the magnet; This is the compass-flower, that the finger of God has planted Here in the houseless wild, to direct the traveller's journey. Over the sea-like, pathless, limitless waste of the desert, Such in the soul of man is faith.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Flower, Journey, Men
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.359, Delphi Classics

By unseen hands uplifted in the light Of sunset, yonder solitary cloud Floats, with its white apparel blown abroad, And wafted up to heaven.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sunset, Clouds, Light
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.1492, Jazzybee Verlag

Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Children, Dark, Night
"The Children's Hour" st. 1 (1859)

Fortune comes well to all that comes not late.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Fortune, Late, Wells
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1867). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Complete Edition”, p.78

White swan of cities slumbering in thy nest . . . White phantom city, whose untrodden streets Are rivers, and whose pavements are the shifting Shadows of the palaces and strips of sky.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Swans, Sky, Cities
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1912). “The complete poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.1218, Library of Alexandria

A town that boasts inhabitants like me Can have no lack of good society.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Towns, Like Me, Boast
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1873). “Tales of a Wayside Inn”, p.138

All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Wall, Fate, Deeds
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.136, Library of America

More hearts are breaking in this world of ours Than one would say. In distant villages And solitudes remote, where winds have wafted The barbed seeds of love, or birds of passage Scattered them in their flight, do they take root, And grow in silence, and in silence perish.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Wind, Roots
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1849). “The Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ; Complete in One Volume”, p.73

Never idle a moment, but thrifty and thoughtful of others.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Work, Thoughtful, Moments
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1859). “The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: A New Complete Edition, Including Miles Standish and Other Poems”, p.620

Will without power is like children playing at soldiers.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Children, Soldier, Willpower
"Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations" by Jehiel Keeler Hoyt, (pp. 871-882), 1922.

The natural alone is permanent. Fantastic idols may be worshipped for a while; but at length they are overturned by the continual and silent progress of Truth, as the grim statues of Copan have been pushed from their pedestals by the growth of forest-trees, whose seeds were sown by the wind in the ruined walls.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Nature, Wall, Idols
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1855). “The Works: Kavanagh. Outre-Mer”, p.38

The foods that prolong life and increase purity, vigour, health, cheerfulness, and happiness are those that are delicious, soothing, substantial and agreeable... Foods that are bitter, sour, salt, over-hot, pungent, dry and burning produce unhappiness, repentance and disease.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hot, Burning, Dry

I love thee, as the good love heaven.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Life, Good Love, Heaven
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1858). “The Poetical Works”, p.148

A sermon is no sermon in which I cannot hear the heartbeat.

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

No endeavour is in vain; Its reward is in the doing.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Rewards, Vain, Endeavour
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1869). “The Poetical Works”, p.72

Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Life, Color, Childhood
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1873). “Prose Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.454

The greatest firmness is the greatest mercy.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Literature, Mercy, Firmness
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.1324, Delphi Classics

Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Life, Dream, Numbers
"A Psalm of Life" st. 1 - 2 (1838)

The rapture of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Gains, Rapture, Prize
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.858, Delphi Classics

The soul never grows old.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Soul, Old Soul, Grows
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1857). “Prose Works”, p.192

All things are symbols.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Symbols, All Things
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.852, Jazzybee Verlag

Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Life, Snares, Quicksand
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1859). “The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: A New Complete Edition, Including Miles Standish and Other Poems”, p.89

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