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A thought often makes us hotter than a fire.

A thought often makes us hotter than a fire.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Fire, Burning, Enthusiasm
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1872). “Kavanagh, and Other Pieces”, p.364

Sang in tones of deep emotion Songs of love and songs of longing.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Song, Singing, Deep Emotions
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.308

A young critic is like a boy with a gun; he fires at every living thing he sees. He thinks only of his own skill, not of the pain he is giving.

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

When Christ ascended Triumphantly from star to star He left the gates of Heaven ajar.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Stars, Heaven, Christ
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1855). “The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. With prefatory notice”, p.90

I love the season well When forest glades are teeming with bright forms, Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell The coming of storms.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Dark, Clouds, Storm
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1848). “Poems”, p.13

Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are the happiest, For those that wander they know not where Are full of trouble and full of care; To stay at home is best.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Happiness, Home, Heart
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.991, Delphi Classics

How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams with its illusions, aspirations, dreams! Book of Beginnings, Story without End, Each maid a heroine, and each man a friend!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Beautiful, Dream, Time
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1988). “Selected Poems”, p.276, Penguin

Love is the root of creation; God's essence; worlds without number Lie in his bosom like children; he made them for this purpose only. Only to love and to be loved again.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Children, Lying, Love Is
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.1611, Jazzybee Verlag

Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Patience, Justice, Waiting
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.697, Library of America

Dead he is not, but departed, for the artist never dies.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Artist, Departed, Dies
'The Poets' (1876)

Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Character, Personality, Triumph
'The Poets' (1876)

The market-place, the eager love of gain, Whose aim is vanity, and whose end is pain!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Pain, Vanity, Gains
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1988). “Selected Poems”, p.280, Penguin

We have not wings we cannot soar; but, we have feet to scale and climb, by slow degrees, by more and more, the cloudy summits of our time.

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

The student has his Rome, his Florence, his whole glowing Italy, within the four walls of his library. He has in his books the ruins of an antique world and the glories of a modern one.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Wall, Book, Glowing

Your education begins where what is called your education is over. Your fate is but the common lot of all.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Fate, Over You, Common

It is a beautiful trait in the lover's character, that they think no evil of the object loved.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Love, Beautiful, Character

For it is the fate of a woman Long to be patient and silent, to wait like a ghost that is speechless, Till some questioning voice dissolves the spell of its silence. Hence is the inner life of so many suffering women Sunless and silent and deep, like subterranean rivers Runnng through caverns of darkness.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Fate, Voice, Rivers
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1992). “Favorite Poems”, p.48, Courier Corporation

Love gives itself; it is not bought.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Love, Short Love, Famous Love

For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Happy Birthday, Time, Stars
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1988). “Selected Poems”, p.282, Penguin

Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Mom, Mother, Art
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.965, Delphi Classics

Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Happiness, Health, Doctors
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.1638, Jazzybee Verlag

In the life of every man there are sudden transitions of feeling, which seem almost miraculous. At once, as if some magician had touched the heavens and the earth, the dark clouds melt into the air, the wind falls, and serenity succeeds the storm. The causes which produce these changes may have been long at work within us, but the changes themselves are instantaneous, and apparently without sufficient cause.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Life, Fall, Dark
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Nathaniel Hawthorne, James Russell Lowell, John Greenleaf Whittier, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1850). “The Boston book: being specimens of metropolitan literature”, p.362

In the lives of the saddest of us, there are bright days like this, when we feel as if we could take the great world in our arms and kiss it. Then come the gloomy hours, when the fire will neither burn on our hearths nor in our hearts; and all without and within is dismal, cold, and dark. Believe me, every heart has its secret sorrows, which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Depression, Believe, Heart
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1849). “Hyperion: A Romance”, p.154

Ripe in wisdom was he, but patient, and simple, and childlike.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Wisdom, Simple, Patient
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1861). “The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, including his translations and notes”, p.9

There is no death! What seems so is transition; this life of mortal breath is but a suburb of the life elysian, whose portal we call Death.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Inspirational, Life, Death
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.134

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