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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes about Life - Page 2

Love contending with friendship, and self with each generous impulse. To and fro in his breast his thoughts were heaving and dashing, As in a foundering ship.

Love contending with friendship, and self with each generous impulse. To and fro in his breast his thoughts were heaving and dashing, As in a foundering ship.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1861). “The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, including his translations and notes”, p.352

Each new epoch in life seems an encounter. There is a tussle and a cloud of dust, and we come out of it triumphant or crest-fallen, according as we have borne ourselves.

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

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

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

The lamps are lit, the fires burn bright. The house is full of life and light.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.912, Delphi Classics

Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives whom we call dead.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1859). “The Complete Poetical Works”, p.210

I love thee, as the good love heaven.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1858). “The Poetical Works”, p.148

Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1873). “Prose Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.454

Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1859). “The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: A New Complete Edition, Including Miles Standish and Other Poems”, p.89

Love is sunshine, hate is shadow, Life is checkered shade and sunshine.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.205, Library of America

Youth comes but once in a lifetime.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1851). “The prose works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.97