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For bells are the voice of the church; They have tones that touch and search The hearts of young and old.

For bells are the voice of the church; They have tones that touch and search The hearts of young and old.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Church Bells, Voice
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.1078, Delphi Classics

The story, from beginning to end, I found again in a heart of a friend.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Friendship, Heart, Stories

Doubtless criticism was originally benignant, pointing out the beauties of a work rather that its defects. The passions of men have made it malignant, as a bad heart of Procreates turned the bed, the symbol of repose, into an instrument of torture.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Passion, Men

The holiest of all holidays are those Kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart, When the full river of feeling overflows;- The happy days unclouded to their close; The sudden joys that our of darkness start As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Holiday, Blow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.857, Jazzybee Verlag

When thou are not pleased, beloved, Then my heart is sad and darkened, As the shining river darkens When the clouds drop shadows on it! When thou smilest, my beloved, Then my troubled heart is brightened, As in sunshine gleam the ripples That the cold wind makes in rivers.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Sunshine, Clouds
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.389, Jazzybee Verlag

Patience; accomplish thy labor; accomplish thy work of affection! Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike. Therefore accomplish thy labor of love, till the heart is made godlike, Purified, strengthened, perfected, and rendered more worthy of heaven.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Patience, Strong, Heart
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.112

Ah, how skillful grows the hand That obeyeth Love's command! It is the heart, and not the brain, That to the highest doth attain, And he who followeth Love's behest Far excelleth all the rest!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Life, Heart, Hands
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1867). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Complete Edition”, p.127

For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Art, Heart, Grace
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.116, Library of America

My Book and Heart Shall never part.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Book, Heart, Parting

I feel a kind of reverence for the first books of young authors. There is so much aspiration in them, so much audacious hope and trembling fear, so much of the heart's history, that all errors and shortcomings are for a while lost sight of in the amiable self assertion of youth.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Book, Reading, Heart
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1873). “Prose Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.453

It is the heart and not the brain, That to the highest doth attain.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Brain, Highest
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1867). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Complete Edition”, p.127

O weary hearts! O slumbering eyes! O drooping souls, whose destinies Are fraught with fear and pain, Ye shall be loved again.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Pain, Heart, Eye
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1848). “Poems”, p.49

See yonder fire! It is the moon slow rising o'er the eastern hill. It glimmers on the forest tips, and through the dewy foliage drips In little rivulets of light, and makes the heart in love with night.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Moon, Night
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Edwin Edwards (1871). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Edited, with a Critical Memoir, by W. M. Rossetti. Illustrated ... by E. Edwards”, p.165

Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Time, Heart, Hands
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1861). “The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, including his translations and notes”, p.203

The hearts of some women tremble like leaves at every breath of love which reaches them, and they are still again. Others, like the ocean, are moved only by the breath of a storm, and not so easily lulled to rest.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ocean, Heart, Storm
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1851). “The prose works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.147

The secret anniversaries of the heart.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Birthday, Time, Heart
'The Ladder of Saint Augustine' (1850)

Kind messages, that pass from land to land; Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history, In which we feel the pressure of a hand,-- One touch of fire,--and all the rest is mystery!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Fire, Hands
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.126

Still stands the forest primeval; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping.Under the humble walls of the little catholic churchyard,In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed;Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them,Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever,Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer are busy,Thousands of toiling hands, where theirs have ceased from their labors,Thousands of weary feet, where theirs have completed their journey!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Wall, Lying, Heart
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1861). “The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, including his translations and notes”, p.40

Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Future, Heart, Iron Will
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.2016, Delphi Classics

The life of woman is full of woe, Toiling on and on and on, With breaking heart, and tearful eyes, The secret longings that arise, Which this world never satisfies! Some more, some less, but of the whole Not one quite happy, no, not one!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sad, Women, Heart
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1867). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Complete Edition”, p.156

And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Hands, Forever
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1867). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Complete Edition”, p.124

Oh, what a glory doth this world put on, for him who with a fervent heart goes forth under the bright and glorious sky, and looks on duties well performed, and days well spent.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Sky, Day Well Spent
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.70, Delphi Classics

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

The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness, the taste and stain from the lees of the vat.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Crush, Heart, Wine
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1873). “Prose Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.455

Ah me! what wonder-working, occult science Can from the ashes in our hearts once more The rose of youth restore? What craft of alchemy can bid defiance To time and change, and for a single hour Renew this phantom-flower?

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Flower, Heart, Rose
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (185?). “The Poetical Works of Henry W. Longfellow”, p.503

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