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To be seventy years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-crowned summit, and see behind you the deep valley stretching miles and miles away, and before you other summits higher and whiter, which you may have

To be seventy years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-crowned summit, and see behind you the deep valley stretching miles and miles away, and before you other summits higher and whiter, which you may have strength to climb, or may not. Then you sit down and meditate and wonder which it will be.

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

Weak minds make treaties with the passions they cannot overcome, and try to purchase happiness at the expense of principle; but the resolute will of a strong man scorns such means, and struggles nobly with his foe to achieve great deeds.

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Strong, Struggle, Passion
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1857). “Prose Works”, p.152

When we walk towards the sun of Truth, all shadows are cast behind us.

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

Method is more important than strength, when you wish to control your enemies. By dropping golden beads near a snake, a crow once managed To have a passer-by kill the snake for the beads.

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Snakes, Crow, Enemy

The sea hath its pearls The heaven hath its stars But my heart, my heart Has its love.

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Romantic, Boyfriend, Stars
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1849). “The Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ; Complete in One Volume”, p.113

A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.

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Pain, Rain, Sadness
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1988). “Selected Poems”, p.302, Penguin

Look, then, into thine heart, and write!

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Writing, Heart, Looks
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1839). “Voices of the Night”, p.15

Today is the blocks with which we build.

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Block, Live In The Moment, Today
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1857). “Poetical works: A new edition, illustrated with upwards of one hundred designs drawn by John Gilbert, engraved by the brothers Dalziel. (Inhalt: Veires of the night. - Earlier poems. - Translations. - Ballads and other poems. - Miscellaneous. - Poems on slavery. - The belfry of Bruges, and other poems Evangeline. - The seaside and the fireside. - By the seaside. - By fireside.)”, p.356

Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.

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Life, Death, Art
"A Psalm of Life" st. 1 - 2 (1838)

There's nothing in this world so sweet as love. And next to love the sweetest thing is hate.

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Sad, Sweet, Hate
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1859). “The Complete Poetical Works”, p.269

So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest.

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Hands, Rivers, Environmental
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.848, Jazzybee Verlag

I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.

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Friendship, Song, Strong
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Everyman's Poetry”, p.55, Hachette UK

Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.

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Tired, Heart, Too Late
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.838, Jazzybee Verlag

The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight.

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Fall, Night, Eagles
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1848). “Poems”, p.108

To be infatuated with the power of one's own intellect is an accident which seldom happens but to those who are remarkable for the want of intellectual power. Whenever Nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.

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Self, Intellectual, Mind
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1886). “Outre-mer and Drift-wood”

Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.

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Stars, Angel, Moon Night
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “Evangeline and Other Poems”, p.23, Courier Corporation

Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week.

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Sunday, Together, Golden
"Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers" by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, (p. 525), 1895.

The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they, while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night.

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Inspirational, Success, Perseverance
'The Ladder of Saint Augustine' (1850)

Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow.

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Air, Clouds, Snow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.351, Library of America

I am the Angel of the Sun Whose flaming wheels began to run When God's almighty breath Said to the darkness and the Night, Let there be light! and there was light.

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Running, Angel, Night
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1872). “The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Author's complete ed”, p.266

The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.

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Strength, Lying, Criticism
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “Kavanagh (Annotated Edition)”, p.110, Jazzybee Verlag

The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

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Stars, Life And Love, Twilight
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.627, Library of America

Art is the child of Nature.

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Nature, Art, Children
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.645, Library of America

Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.

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Heart, Reality, Literature
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.350, Delphi Classics

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today.

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Inspirational, Time, Sorrow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.40, Jazzybee Verlag

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