Top 500 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes (2025 Update)
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251. “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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252. “When Christ ascended Triumphantly from star to star He left the gates of Heaven ajar.”

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253. “In ourselves are triumph and defeat.”

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254. “How beautiful the silent hour, when morning and evening thus sit together, hand in hand, beneath the starless sky of midnight!”

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255. “See yonder fire! It is the moon slow rising o’er the eastern hill. It glimmers on the forest tips, and through the dewy foliage drips In little rivulets of light, and makes the heart in love with night.”

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256. “Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead.”

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257. “If we love one another, nothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mischances may happen.”

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258. “Among the noblest in the land – Though man may count himself the least – That man I honor and revere, Who without favor, without fear, In the great city dares to stand, The friend of every friendless beast.”

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259. “This is the place. Stand still, my steed,- Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy past The forms that once have been.”

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260. “Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.”

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261. “When you ask one friend to dine, Give him your best wine! When you ask two, The second best will do!”

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262. “All things come round to him who will but wait.”

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263. “God sifted a whole nation that he might send choice grain over into this wilderness.”

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264. “The day is dark and cold and dreary; it rains, and the wind is never weary.”

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265. “The nearer the dawn the darker the night.”

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266. “A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.”

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267. “O little feet! that such long years Must wander on through hopes and fears, Must ache and bleed beneath your load; I, nearer to the wayside inn Where toil shall cease and rest begin, Am weary, thinking of your road!”

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268. “In the long, sleepless watches of the night, A gentle face the face of one long dead Looks at me from the wall, where round its head The night-lamp casts a halo of pale light.”

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269. “Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.”

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270. “The men that women marry, And why they marry them, will always be A marvel and a mystery to the world.”

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271. “These stars of earth, these golden flowers.”

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272. “Let us, then, be what we are, and speak what we think, and in all things Keep ourselves loyal to truth, and the sacred professions of friendship. It is no secret I tell you, nor am I ashamed to declare it: I have liked to be with you, to see you, to speak with you always.”

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273. “Let him not boast who puts his armor on as he who puts it off, the battle done.”

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274. “The country is not priest-ridded, but press-ridden.”

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275. “Ah! What would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before.”

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276. “Death is the chillness that precedes the dawn; We shudder for a moment, then awake In the broad sunshine of the other life.”

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277. “No one is so accursed by fate, no one so utterly desolate, but some heart though unknown responds unto his own.”

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278. “The air of summer was sweeter than wine.”

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279. “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.”

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280. “Welcome, my old friend, Welcome to a foreign fireside.”

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281. “Autumn arrives like a warrior with the stain of blood upon his brazen mail. His crimson scarf is rent. His scarlet banner drips with gore. His step is like a flail upon the threshing floor.”

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282. “Midnight! the outpost of advancing day! The frontier town and citadel of night!”

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283. “Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are happiest.”

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284. “Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship Let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest.”

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285. “It is folly to pretend that one ever wholly recovers from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar. There are faces I can never look upon without emotion, there are names I can never hear spoken without almost starting.”

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286. “I saw the long line of the vacant shore, The sea-weed and the shells upon the sand, And the brown rocks left bare on every hand, As if the ebbing tide would flow no more.”

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287. “Morality without religion is only a kind of dead reckoning – an endeavor to find our place on a cloudy sea by measuring the distance we have run, but without any observation of the heavenly bodies.”

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288. “But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.”

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289. “Under a spreading chestnut-tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands.”

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290. “With useless endeavour Forever, forever, Is Sisyphus rolling His stone up the mountain!”

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291. “The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, Kisses the blushing leaf.”

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292. “Hope has as many lives as a cat or a king.”

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293. “In youth all doors open outward; in old age all open inward.”

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294. “Everyone says that forgiveness is a lovely idea until he has something to forgive.”

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295. “Sweet April! many a thought Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed; Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought, Life’s golden fruit is shed.”

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296. “We see but dimly through the mists and vapors; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven’s distant lamps.”

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297. “In December ring Every day the chimes; Loud the gleemen sing In the streets their merry rhymes. Let us by the fire Ever higher Sing them till the night expire!”

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298. “Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll.”

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299. “Maiden, that read’st this simple rhyme, Enjoy thy youth, it will not stay; Enjoy the fragrance of thy prime, For oh, it is not always May!”

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300. “I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.”

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