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Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still like muffled drums are beating Funeral marches to the grave.


Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Even the blackest of them all, the crow, Renders good service as your man-at-arms, Crushing th...
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW And the fireflies, Wah-wah-taysee, Waved their torches to mislead him.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Thy voice Is a celestial melody.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Ah, yes, the sea is still and deep, All things within its bosom sleep! A single step, and all ...
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW I heard the bells on Christmas Day; their old familiar carols play, and wild and sweet the word repe...
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn, so changes of studies a dull brain.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Since yesterday I have been in Alcala. Erelong the time will come, sweet Preciosa, When that d...
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW What else remains for me? Youth, hope and love; To build a new life on a ruined life.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined;Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW World-wide apart, and yet akin, As showing that the human heart Beats on forever as of old.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW The song-birds leave us at the summer's close, Only the empty nests are left behind, And pipin...
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW And the night shall be filled with music And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their ...
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As...
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or i...
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Multitudinous echoes awoke and died in the distance. . . . . And, when the echoes had ceased, ...
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW 'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the surface Is as the tossing buoy, that b...
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW For there are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion, That if by chance it be shak...
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW The light upon her face Shines from the windows of another world. Saints only have such faces.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW These faces in the mirrors Are but the shadows and phantoms of myself.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A face that had a story to tell. How different faces are in this particular! Some of them speak n...
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Men as a whole judge more with their eyes than with their hands.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already ...
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Know how sublime a thing is to suffer and be strong.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant vo...
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Well has it been said that there is no grief like the grief which does not speak.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Lives of great men all remind us we can make our lives sublime. And, departing, leave behind us foo...
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW None but yourself who are your greatest foe.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Darkness of slumber and death, forever sinking and sinking.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Merrily, merrily whirled the wheels of the dizzying dances Under the orchard-trees and down the pa...
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and i...
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the present. It is thine....
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of heaven, and Evening stooped down to unlo...
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW It takes less time to do a thing right than it does to explain why you did it wrong.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Man is always more than he can know of himself; consequently, his accomplishments, time and again, w...
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and i...
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Simplicity in character, in manners, in style; in all things the supreme excellence is simplicity.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man's life sorrow and ...
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when ...
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Music is the universal language of mankind.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet se...
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well, and doing well whatever you d...
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Lives of great men all remind us, we can make our lives sublime, and, departing, leave behind us, fo...
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Morality without religion is only a kind of dead reckoning - an endeavor to find our place on a clou...
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW