Top 500 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes (2024 Update)
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201. “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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202. “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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203. “Safe from temptation, safe from sin’s pollution, She lives whom we call dead.”

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

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205. “The happy should not insist too much upon their happiness in the presence of the unhappy.”

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206. “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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207. “Fear is the virtue of slaves; but the heart that loveth is willing.”

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208. “Youth wrenches the sceptre from old age, and sets the crown on its own head before it is entitled to it.”

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209. “Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, our faith triumphant o’er our fears, are all with thee – are all with thee!”

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210. “The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts.”

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211. “Peace! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War’s great organ shakes the skies! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.”

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212. “Then stars arise, and the night is holy.”

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213. “O, how wonderful is the human voice! It is indeed the organ of the soul! The intellect of man sits enthroned visibly upon his forehead and in his eye; and the heart of man is written upon his countenance. But the soul reveals itself in the voice only; as God revealed himself to the prophet of old in the still, small voice; and in a voice from the burning bush. The soul of man is audible, not visible. A sound alone betrays the flowing of the eternal fountain, invisible to man!”

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214. “The spring came suddenly, bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room, with a laugh and a shout and hands full of flowers.”

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215. “The Nile, forever new and old, Among the living and the dead, Its mighty, mystic stream has rolled.”

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216. “Build today, then strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and secure. Shall tomorrow find its place.”

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217. “But the nearer the dawn the darker the night, And by going wrong all things come right. Things have been mended that were worse, and the the worse, the nearer they are to mend.”

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218. “Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.”

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219. “The morrow was a bright September morn; The earth was beautiful as if newborn; There was nameless splendor everywhere, That wild exhilaration in the air, Which makes the passers in the city street Congratulate each other as they meet.”

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220. “The young may die, but the old must!”

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221. “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.”

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222. “I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn.”

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223. “Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day’s occupations, That is known as the Children’s Hour.”

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224. “As I gaze upon the sea! All the old romantic legends, all my dreams, come back to me.”

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225. “Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.”

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226. “Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet!”

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227. “Where’er a noble deed is wrought, Where’er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts in glad surprise To higher levels rise.”

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228. “It has done me good to be somewhat parched by the heat and drenched by the rain of life.”

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229. “Know how sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong.”

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230. “Our ingress into the world Was naked and bare; Our progress through the world Is trouble and care.”

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231. “If I am not worth the wooing, I am surely not worth the winning.”

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232. “Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the surface Is as the tossing buoy, that betrays where the anchor is hidden.”

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233. “For bells are the voice of the church; They have tones that touch and search The hearts of young and old.”

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234. “A word that has been said may be unsaid-it is but air. But when a deed is done, it cannot be undone, nor can our thoughts reach out to all the mischiefs that may follow.”

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235. “There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.”

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236. “The secret anniversaries of the heart.”

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237. “If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it: Every arrow that flies feels the pull of the earth.”

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238. “Build me straight. O worthy Master! Staunch and strong, a goodly vessel That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!”

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239. “There’s nothing in this world so sweet as love. And next to love the sweetest thing is hate.”

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240. “If a woman shows too often the Medusa’s head, she must not be astonished if her lover is turned into stone.”

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241. “And so we plough along, as the fly said to the ox.”

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242. “I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart.”

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243. “Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, to some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth, there are no birds in last year’s nest!”

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244. “The surest pledge of a deathless name Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken.”

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245. “The Wreck of the Hesperus But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he.”

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246. “Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.”

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247. “Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow.”

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248. “Man is always more than he can know of himself; consequently, his accomplishments, time and again, will come as a surprise to him.”

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249. “Great men stand like solitary towers in the city of God.”

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250. “Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon Like a magician extended his golden want o’er the landscape; Trinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forest Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together.”

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