Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes about Pain

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They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer.

They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Pain, Suffering, Literature

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2008). “Michael Angelo and Translations”, p.16, Wildside Press LLC

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”

A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Pain, Rain, Sadness

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1988). “Selected Poems”, p.302, Penguin

A young critic is like a boy with a gun; he fires at every living thing he sees. He thinks only of his own skill, not of the pain he is giving.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Pain, Gun, Boys

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

The market-place, the eager love of gain, Whose aim is vanity, and whose end is pain!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Pain, Vanity, Gains

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1988). “Selected Poems”, p.280, Penguin

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

O summer day beside the joyous sea! O summer day so wonderful and white, So full of gladness and so full of pain! Forever and forever shalt thou be To some the gravestone of a dead delight, To some the landmark of a new domain.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Summer, Pain, July

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1875). “The Masque of Pandora: And Other Poems”, p.140

Thus thought I, as by night I read Of the great army of the dead, The trenches cold and damp, The starved and frozen camp,-- The wounded from the battle-plain, In dreary hospitals of pain, The cheerless corridors, The cold and stony floors. Lo! in that house of misery A lady with a lamp I see Pass through the glimmering gloom And flit from room to room. And slow, as in a dream of bliss, The speechless sufferer turns to kiss Her shadow, as it falls Upon the darkening walls.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Dream, Wall, Pain

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.283

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

Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives, When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives, Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain, But never will be sung to us again, Is they remembrance. Now the hour of rest Hath come to thee. Sleep, darling: it is best.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Song, Sweet, Pain

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.994, Delphi Classics

But ah! what once has been shall be no more! The groaning earth in travail and in pain Brings forth its races, but does not restore, And the dead nations never rise again.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Pain, Race, Doe

1855 'The Jewish Cemetery at Newport'.