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No one is so accursed by fate, no one so utterly desolate, but some heart though unknown responds unto his own.

No one is so accursed by fate, no one so utterly desolate, but some heart though unknown responds unto his own.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Fate, Destiny
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1849). “The Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ; Complete in One Volume”, p.49

All was ended now, the hope, and the fear and the sorrow, All the aching of the heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing, All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience!

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

Something the heart must have to cherish, Must love and joy and sorrow learn; Something with passion clasp, or perish And in itself to ashes burn.

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Passion, Learning, Heart
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2008). “Michael Angelo and Translations”, p.289, Wildside Press LLC

The true poet is a friendly man. He takes to his arms even cold and inanimate things, and rejoices in his heart.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Men, Friendly
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1873). “Prose Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.373

Fear is the virtue of slaves; but the heart that loveth is willing.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Slave, Virtue
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1856). “Voices of the night. Ballads and other poems. Poems on slavery. The Spanish student. The belfry of Bruges and other poems. Evangeline. The seaside and the fireside”, p.96

The little I have seen of the world teaches me to look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger. When I take the history of one poor heart that has sinned and suffered, and represent to myself the struggles and temptations it has passed through, the brief pulsations of joy, the feverish inquietude of hope and fear, the pressure of want, the desertion of friends, I would fain leave the erring soul of my fellow-man with Him from whose hand it came.

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Struggle, Heart, Men

I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon, In the round-tower of my heart, And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in the dust away!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Wall, Heart, Dust
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1992). “Favorite Poems”, p.67, Courier Corporation

How can I tell the signals and the signs By which one heart another heart divines? How can I tell the many thousand ways By which it keeps the secret it betrays?

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Life, Heart, Secret
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1873). “Tales of a Wayside Inn”, p.242

A millstone and the human heart are driven ever round, If they have nothing else to grind, they must themselves be ground.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Fate, Grind
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1849). “The Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ; Complete in One Volume”, p.114

More hearts are breaking in this world of ours Than one would say. In distant villages And solitudes remote, where winds have wafted The barbed seeds of love, or birds of passage Scattered them in their flight, do they take root, And grow in silence, and in silence perish.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Wind, Roots
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1849). “The Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ; Complete in One Volume”, p.73

A sermon is no sermon in which I cannot hear the heartbeat.

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

How in the turmoil of life can love stand, Where there is not one heart, and one mouth and one hand.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sympathy, Heart, Hands
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1849). “The Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ; Complete in One Volume”, p.113

Look, then, into thine heart, and write! Yes, into Life's deep stream! All forms of sorrow and delight, All solemn Voices of the Night, That can soothe thee, or affright, - Be these henceforth thy theme. (excerpt from "Voices of the Night")

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Writing, Heart, Night
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, “Voices Of The Night: Prelude”

The poor too often turn away unheard, From hearts that shut against them with a sound That will be heard in heaven.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Heaven, Sound
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.55

Every human heart is human.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Inspirational, Heart, Humanity
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1860). “The Song of Hiawatha: Illustr., from Designs by George H. Thomas”, p.4

Well I know the secret places, And the nests in hedge and tree; At what doors are friendly faces, In what hearts are thoughts of me.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Doors, Secret Places
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.334

Sweet April! many a thought Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed; Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought, Life's golden fruit is shed.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sweet, Heart, Autumn
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1848). “Poems”, p.13

As the heart is, so is love to the heart. It partakes of its strength or weakness, its health or disease.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Weakness, Disease
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1855). “The Works: Kavanagh. Outre-Mer”, p.82

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