Top 500 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes (2024 Update)
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151. “Gone are the living, but the dead remain, And not neglected; for a hand unseen, Scattering its bounty like a summer rain, Still keeps their graves and their remembrance green.”

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152. “When we walk towards the sun of Truth, all shadows are cast behind us.”

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153. “Let us, then, be what we are; speak what we think; and in all things keep ourselves loyal to truth.”

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154. “The thoughts of Youth are long, long thoughts.”

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155. “O little souls! as pure as white And crystalline as rays of light Direct from heaven, their source divine; Refracted through the mist of years, How red my setting sun appears, How lurid looks this soul of mine!”

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156. “As Unto the bow the the cord is, So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, Though she draws him, yet she follows: Useless each without the other.”

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157. “Being all fashioned of the self-same dust, let us be merciful as well as just.”

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158. “So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest.”

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159. “Stars of earth, these golden flowers; emblems of our own great resurrection; emblems of the bright and better land.”

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160. “Art is the child of Nature.”

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161. “Labor with what zeal we will, Something still remains undone, Something uncompleted still Waits the rising of the sun.”

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

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163. “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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164. “Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.”

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165. “The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air.”

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166. “An enlightened mind is not hoodwinked; it is not shut up in a gloomy prison till it thinks the walls of its dungeon the limits of the universe, and the reach of its own chain the outer verge of intelligence.”

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167. “Enthusiasm begets enthusiasm.”

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168. “Tomorrow is the mysterious, unknown guest.”

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169. “That tree is very old, but I never saw prettier blossoms on it than it now bears. That tree grows new wood each year. Like that apple tree, I try to grow a new little wood each year.”

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170. “A great sorrow, like a mariner’s quadrant, brings the sun at noon down to the horizon, and we learn where we are on the sea of life.”

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171. “The star of the unconquered will, He rises in my breast, Serene, and resolute, and still, And calm, and self-possessed.”

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172. “The soul never grows old.”

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173. “Not chance of birth or place has made us friends, Being oftentimes of different tongues and nations, But the endeavor for the selfsame ends, With the same hopes, and fears, and aspirations.”

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174. “The natural alone is permanent.”

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175. “The course of my long life hath reached at last in fragile bark over a tempestuous sea the common harbor, where must rendered be account for all the actions of the past.”

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176. “Death is better than disease.”

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177. “Every man must patiently bide his time. He must wait – not in listless idleness but in constant, steady, cheerful endeavors, always willing and fulfilling and accomplishing his task, that when the occasion comes he may be equal to the occasion.”

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178. “Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest of all the arts.”

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179. “God’s voice was not in the earthquake, Not in the fire, nor the storm, but it was in the whispering breezes.”

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180. “Who ne’er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne’er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.”

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181. “There is no flock, however watched and tended, but one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside howsoe’er defended, but has one vacant chair.”

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182. “O thou sculptor, painter, poet! Take this lesson to thy heart: That is best which lieth nearest; Shape from that thy work of art.”

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183. “Three silences there are: the first of speech, the second of desire, the third of thought.”

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184. “Don Quixote thought he could have made beautiful bird-cages and toothpicks if his brain had not been so full of ideas of chivalry. Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.”

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185. “The prayer of Ajax was for light.”

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186. “The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.”

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187. “Sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great.”

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188. “Live up to the best that is in you: Live noble lives, as you all may, in whatever condition you may find yourselves.”

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189. “Write on your doors the saying wise and old. “Be bold!” and everywhere – “Be bold; Be not too bold!” Yet better the excess Than the defect; better the more than less sustaineth him and the steadiness of his mind beareth him out.”

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190. “Perseverance is a great element of success.”

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191. “Every man has his secret sorrows...”

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192. “As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.”

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193. “The story, from beginning to end, I found again in a heart of a friend.”

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194. “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.”

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195. “Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author.”

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196. “Safe from temptation, safe from sin’s pollution, She lives whom we call dead.”

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197. “The bells themselves are the best of preachers, Their brazen lips are learned teachers, From their pulpits of stone, in the upper air, Sounding aloft, without crack or flaw, Shriller than trumpets under the Law, Now a sermon and now a prayer.”

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198. “Method is more important than strength, when you wish to control your enemies.”

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199. “Every author has the whole past to contend with; all the centuries are upon him. He is compared with Homer, Dante, Shakespeare, Milton.”

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200. “The student has his Rome, his Florence, his whole glowing Italy, within the four walls of his library. He has in his books the ruins of an antique world and the glories of a modern one.”

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