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The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.

The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Memories, Heart, Mind

Let us labor for an inward stillness-- An inward stillness and an inward healing. That perfect silence where the lips and heart Are still, and we no longer entertain Our own imperfect thoughts and vain opinions, But God alone speaks to us and we wait In singleness of heart that we may know His will, and in the silence of our spirits, That we may do His will and do that only

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Healing, Heart, Perfect
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.1264, Jazzybee Verlag

Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are happiest.

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

What discord we should bring into the universe if our prayers were all answered. Then we should govern the world and not God. And do you think we should govern it better? It gives me only pain when I hear the long, wearisome petitions of people asking for they know not what. . . . Thanks-giving with a full heart-and the rest silence and submission to the divine will!

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

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Rain, Fall, Heart
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.18, Library of America

Our hearts are lamps for ever burning.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Lamps, Burning
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.1203, Jazzybee Verlag

Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, our faith triumphant o’er our fears, are all with thee – are all with thee!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Prayer, Heart, Country Love
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1855). “The poetical works of H.W. Longfellow”, p.59

My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Beach, Ocean, Heart
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “Favorite Poems”, p.45, Courier Corporation

Look, then, into thine heart, and write!

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

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

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

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

Where'er a noble deed is wrought, Where'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts in glad surprise To higher levels rise.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Diversity, Noble
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, “Santa Filomena. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)”

Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate, Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Time, Learning, Heart
"A Psalm of Life" st. 9 (1838)

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

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

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

The holiest of holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Holiday, Self
'The Ladder of Saint Augustine' (1850)

I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart

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Believe, Heart, Brain
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1967). “The Letters of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Volume I-II: 1814-1843”, p.470, Harvard University Press

Where should the scholar live? In solitude, or in society? in the green stillness of the country, where he can hear the heart of Nature beat, or in the dark, gray town where he can hear and feel the throbbing heart of man?

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Country, Heart, Dark
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1854). “The Works: Hyperion”, p.46

Fair words gladden so many a heart.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Fairness, Fairs
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1873). “Tales of a Wayside Inn”, p.296

God sent his Singers upon earth With songs of sadness and of mirth, That they might touch the hearts of men, And bring them back to heaven again.

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Song, Heart, Sadness
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.138

There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Water, Secret
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “Favorite Poems”, p.64, Courier Corporation

How wonderful is the human voice! It is indeed the organ of the soul. The intellect of man is enthroned visibly on his forehead and in his eye, and the heart of man is written on his countenance, but the soul, the soul reveals itself in the voice only.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Eye, Men
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1851). “The prose works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.113

Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Summer, Song, Heart
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1848). “Poems”, p.108

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

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