Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes about Sleep

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So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest so gently, that we go, Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay, Being too full of sleep to understand How far the

So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest so gently, that we go, Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay, Being too full of sleep to understand How far the unknown transcends the what we know.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Nature, Sleep, Hands

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.848, Jazzybee Verlag

As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, Leads by the hand her little child to bed, Half willing, half reluctant to be led, And leave his broken playthings on the floor. Still gazing at them through the open door, Nor wholly reassured and comforted By promises of others in their stead Which, the more splendid, may not please him more; So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest so gently, that we go Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay, Being too full of sleep to understand How far the unknown transcends the what we know.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Mother, Children, Sleep

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1988). “Selected Poems”, p.322, Penguin

It is the Harvest Moon! On gilded vanes and roofs of villages, on woodland crests and their aerial neighborhoods of nests deserted, on the curtained window-panes of rooms where children sleep, on country lanes and harvest-fields, its mystic splendor rests.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Country, Children, Sleep

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.1002, Delphi Classics

Is this is a dream? O, if it be a dream, Let me sleep on, and do not wake me yet!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Dream, Sleep, Let Me

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1859). “Poems. New, complete ed”, p.343

Ah, yes, the sea is still and deep, All things within its bosom sleep! A single step, and all is o'er, A plunge, a bubble, and no more.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Suicide, Sleep, Sea

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1867). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Complete Edition”, p.188

The moon is hidden behind a cloud... On the leaves is a sound of falling rain... No other sounds than these I hear; The hour of midnight must be near... So many ghosts, and forms of fright, Have started from their graves to-night, They have driven sleep from mine eyes away: I will go down to the chapel and pray.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Fall, Rain, Sleep

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, “The Golden Legend: Iv. The Road To Hirschau”

I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls The burial-ground God's-Acre! It is just; It consecrates each grave within its walls, And breathes a benison o'er the sleeping dust.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Wall, Sleep, Dust

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1849). “The Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ; Complete in One Volume”, p.50

All sense of hearing and of sight enfold in the serene delight and quietude of sleep.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sleep, Sight, Delight

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1875). “The Masque of Pandora: And Other Poems”, p.44

Very hot and still the air was, Very smooth the gliding river, Motionless the sleeping shadows.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Summer, Sleep, Rivers

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.241

God is not dead; nor doth He sleep; ... The wrong shall fail, The right prevail, With peace on earth, good will to men.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Peace, Sleep, Men

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.334

The trees are white with dust, that o'er their sleep Wave their broad curtains in the south-wind's breath, While underneath such leafy tents they keep The long, mysterious Exodus of Death.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sleep, Dust, Wind

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The poetical works of Henry W. Longfellow, ed. with a critical memoir by W.M. Rossetti, illustr. by W. Lawson. Illustr. by E. Edwards”, p.481