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Men are four; He who knows and knows not that he knows. He is asleep; wake him. He who knows not and knows not that he knows not. He is a fool; shun him. He who knows not and knows that he knows not. He is a child;

Men are four; He who knows and knows not that he knows. He is asleep; wake him. He who knows not and knows not that he knows not. He is a fool; shun him. He who knows not and knows that he knows not. He is a child; teach him. He who knows and knows that he knows. He is a king; follow him. 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.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Kings, Children, Night

Art is the child of Nature.

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

The spring came suddenly, bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room, with a laugh and a shout and hands full of flowers.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Children, Spring, Flower
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.2429, Delphi Classics

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

A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Children, Heart, Parenting
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.796, Library of America

How can I teach your children gentleness and mercy to the weak, and reverence for life, which in its nakedness and excess, is still a gleam of God's omnipotence, when by your laws, your actions and your speech, you contradict the very things I teach?

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Children, Law, Omnipotence

As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, Leads by the hand her little child to bed, Half willing, half reluctant to be led, And leave his broken playthings on the floor. Still gazing at them through the open door, Nor wholly reassured and comforted By promises of others in their stead Which, the more splendid, may not please him more; So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest so gently, that we go Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay, Being too full of sleep to understand How far the unknown transcends the what we know.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Mother, Children, Sleep
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1988). “Selected Poems”, p.322, Penguin

Ah, how wonderful is the advent of the Spring!—the great annual miracle.... which no force can stay, no violence restrain, like love, that wins its way and cannot be withstood by any human power, because itself is divine power. If Spring came but once in a century, instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake, and not in silence, what wonder and expectation would there be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change!... We are like children who are astonished and delighted only by the second-hand of the clock, not by the hour-hand.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Children, Spring, Heart

I have a passion for ballad. . . . They are the gypsy children of song, born under green hedgerows in the leafy lanes and bypaths of literature,--in the genial Summertime.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Song, Children, Passion
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1861). “Hyperion, a romance. Kavanagh, a tale”, p.79

It is the Harvest Moon! On gilded vanes and roofs of villages, on woodland crests and their aerial neighborhoods of nests deserted, on the curtained window-panes of rooms where children sleep, on country lanes and harvest-fields, its mystic splendor rests.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Country, Children, Sleep
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.1002, Delphi Classics

Many people do not allow their principles to take root, but pull them up every now and then, as children do the flowers they have planted, to see if they are growing.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Children, Flower, Roots

Listen my children and you shall hear, Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Children, Midnight, My Children
Tales of aWayside Inn pt. 1 "The Landlord's Tale: Paul Revere's Ride" st. 1 (1863)

What child has a heart to sing in this capricious clime of ours, when spring comes sailing in from the sea, with wet and heavy cloud-sails and the misty pennon of the east-wind nailed to the mast.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Children, Spring, Heart
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1851). “The prose works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.46

Ah! What would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Children, Dark, Desert
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.285

I am never indifferent, and never pretend to be, to what people say or think of my books. They are my children, and I like to have them liked.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Children, Book, Thinking

O thou child of many prayers! Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares! Care and age come unawares!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Life, Prayer, Children
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1849). “The Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ; Complete in One Volume”, p.52

A boy's will is the wind's will.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thank You, Children, Son
'My Lost Youth' (1858)

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)

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.

Art is the child of Nature; yes, Her darling child, in whom we trace The features of the mother's face, Her aspect and her attitude, All her majestic loveliness Chastened and softened and subdued Into a more attractive grace, And with a human sense imbued. He is the greatest artist, then, Whether of pencil or of pen, Who follows Nature.

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

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