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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes - Page 26

Let us be merciful as well as just.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.807, Delphi Classics

Gone are the birds that were our summer guests.

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

Our pleasures and our discontents, Are rounds by which we may ascend.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1867). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Complete Edition”, p.273

The young may die, but the old must!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1861). “The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, including his translations and notes”, p.203

My designs and labors and aspirations are my only friends.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.800, Jazzybee Verlag

Dost thou know what a hero is? Why, a hero is as much as one should say, a hero.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1851). “The prose works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.3

History casts its shadow far into the land of song.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1845). “The Poets and Poetry of Europe: With Introductions and Biographical Notices”, p.624

They who live in history only seemed to walk the earth again.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1856). “Poetical Works by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Illustrated with Upwards of One Hundred and Sixty Engravings on Wood, from Designs by Jane E. Benham, Birket Foster, Etc”, p.203

All things are symbols: the external shows Of Nature have their image in the mind , As flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves.

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

Books are sepulchres of thought.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1873). “Flower-de-luce and Three Books of Song”, p.25

Evil is only good perverted.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.370

I saw the long line of the vacant shore, The sea-weed and the shells upon the sand, And the brown rocks left bare on every hand, As if the ebbing tide would flow no more.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.930, Delphi Classics

The swallow is come! The swallow is come! O, fair are the seasons, and light Are the days that she brings, With her dusky wings, And her bosom snowy white!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.1885, Delphi Classics

Down sank the great red sun, and in golden, glimmering vapors Veiled the light of his face, like the Prophet descending from Sinai.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.146

The picture that approaches sculpture nearest Is the best picture.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2008). “Michael Angelo and Translations”, p.93, Wildside Press LLC

Every human heart is human.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1860). “The Song of Hiawatha: Illustr., from Designs by George H. Thomas”, p.4

What else remains for me? Youth, hope and love; To build a new life on a ruined life.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.821, Jazzybee Verlag