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As the heart is, so is love to the heart. It partakes of its strength or weakness, its health or disease.

As the heart is, so is love to the heart. It partakes of its strength or weakness, its health or disease.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Weakness, Disease
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1855). “The Works: Kavanagh. Outre-Mer”, p.82

Let the dead Past bury its dead!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
New Year, Regret, Moving
"A Psalm of Life" st. 6 (1838)

Every great poem is in itself limited by necessity, but in its suggestions unlimited and infinite.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Poetry, Suggestions, Infinite
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1872). “Outre Mer. Driftwood”

How absolute and omnipotent is the silence of night! And yet the stillness seems almost audible! From all the measureless depths of air around us comes a half-sound, a half-whisper, as if we could hear the crumbling and falling away of earth and all created things, in the great miracle of nature, decay and reproduction, ever beginning, never ending,--the gradual lapse and running of the sand in the great hour-glass of Time.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Running, Fall, Night
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1851). “The prose works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.413

Races, better than we, have leaned on her wavering promise, Having naught else but Hope.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hope, Race, Promise
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2008). “Michael Angelo and Translations”, p.243, Wildside Press LLC

Mercy more becomes a magistrate than the vindictive wrath which men call justice.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Men, Wrath, Justice
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.1280, Jazzybee Verlag

For 'tis sweet to stammer one letter Of the Eternal's language; - on earth it is called Forgiveness!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Forgiveness, Sweet, Earth
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1861). “The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, including his translations and notes”, p.576

Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of heaven, and Evening stooped down to unloose the latchets of his sandal shoon.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heaven, Evening, Sandals
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “Hyperion: A Romance”, p.340

The shadows of the mind are like those of the body. In the morning of life they all lie behind us; at noon we trample them under foot; and in the evening they stretch long, broad, and deepening before us.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Morning, Lying, Feet
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1854). “The Works of Henry W. Longfellow”

A word that has been said may be unsaid-it is but air. But when a deed is done, it cannot be undone, nor can our thoughts reach out to all the mischiefs that may follow.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hurt, Air, Done
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.565

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