Top 500 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes (2024 Update)
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351. “O lovely eyes of azure, Clear as the waters of a brook that run Limpid and laughing in the summer sun!”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

352. “Some poems are like the Centaurs – a mingling of man and beast, and begotten of Ixion on a cloud.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

353. “Every human heart is human.”

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354. “It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.”

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355. “Many critics are like woodpeckers, who, instead of enjoying the fruit and shadow of a tree, hop incessantly around the trunk, pecking holes in the bark to discover some little worm or other.”

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356. “As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn, so change of studies a dull brain.”

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357. “Ambition’s cradle oftenest is its grave.”

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358. “How can I teach your children gentleness and mercy to the weak, and reverence for life, which in its nakedness and excess, is still a gleam of God’s omnipotence, when by your laws, your actions and your speech, you contradict the very things I teach?”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

359. “No man is so poor as to have nothing worth giving.”

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360. “What else remains for me? Youth, hope and love; To build a new life on a ruined life.”

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361. “He looks the whole world in the face for he owes not any man.”

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362. “A coquette is a young lady of more beauty than sense, more accomplishments than learning, more charms not person than graces of mind, more admirers than friends, mole fools than wise men for attendants.”

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363. “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.”

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364. “And in the wreck of noble lives Something immortal still survives.”

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365. “The swallow is come! The swallow is come! O, fair are the seasons, and light Are the days that she brings, With her dusky wings, And her bosom snowy white!”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

366. “Look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger.”

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367. “He had mittens, Minjekahwun, Magic mittens made of deer-skin; When upon his hands he wore them, He could smite the rocks asunder, He could grind them into powder.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

368. “History casts its shadow far into the land of song.”

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369. “My Book and Heart Shall never part.”

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370. “Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.”

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371. “Our blossoms of passion, gay and luxuriant flowers, are bright and full of fragrance, but they beguile us and lead us astray, and their odor is deadly.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

372. “The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.”

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373. “Now to rivulets from the mountains Point the rods of fortune-tellers; Youth perpetual dwells in fountains, Not in flasks, and casks, and cellars.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

374. “When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.”

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375. “I venerate old age; and I love not the man who can look without emotion upon the sunset of life, when the dusk of evening begins to gather over the watery eye, and the shadows of twilight grow broader and deeper upon the understanding.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

376. “A noble type of good. Heroic womanhood.”

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377. “The smoking flax before it burst to flame Was quenched by death, and broken the bruised reed.”

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378. “Prayer is innocence’s friend; and willingly flieth incessant ’twist the earth and the sky, the carrier-pigeon of heaven.”

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379. “Take them, O Death! and bear away Whatever thou canst call thine own! Thine image, stamped upon this clay, Doth give thee that, but that alone!”

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380. “Life is real, life is earnest, and the grave is not its goal.”

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381. “We waste our best years in distilling the sweetest flowers of life into potions which, after all, do not immortalize, but only intoxicate.”

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382. “It is the heart and not the brain, That to the highest doth attain.”

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383. “The greatest grace of a gift, perhaps, is that it anticipates and admits of no return.”

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384. “There’s nothing fair nor beautiful, but takes Something from thee, that makes it beautiful.”

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385. “And the wind plays on those great sonorous harps, the shrouds and masts of ships.”

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386. “Even the blackest of them all, the crow, Renders good service as your man-at-arms, Crushing the beetle in his coat of mail. And crying havoc on the slug and snail.”

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387. “Thus, seamed with many scars Bursting these prison bars, Up to its native stars My soul ascended! There from the flowing bowl Deep drinks the warrior’s soul, Skoal! to the Northland! skoal! Thus the tale ended.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

388. “It is curious to note the old sea-margins of human thought! Each subsiding century reveals some new mystery; we build where monsters used to hide themselves.”

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389. “Our faith triumphant o’er our fears.”

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390. “If the great Captain of Plymouth is so very eager to wed me, Why does he not come himself, and take the trouble to woo me? If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning!”

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391. “Our hearts are lamps for ever burning...”

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392. “O holy trust! O endless sense of rest! Like the beloved John To lay his head upon the Saviour’s breast, And thus to journey on!”

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393. “I am never indifferent, and never pretend to be, to what people say or think of my books. They are my children, and I like to have them liked.”

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394. “What shall I say to you? What can I say Better than silence is?”

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395. “Some must follow and some command, through all are made oclay.”

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396. “What discord should we bring into the universe if our prayers were all answered! Then we should govern the world, and not God. And do you think we should govern it better?”

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397. “The day is done; and slowly from the scene the stooping sun upgathers his spent shafts, and puts them back into his golden quiver!”

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398. “A young critic is like a boy with a gun; he fires at every living thing he sees. He thinks only of his own skill, not of the pain he is giving.”

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399. “Gone are the birds that were our summer guests.”

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400. “All the means of action – the shapeless masses – the materials – lie everywhere about us. What we need is the celestial fire to change the flint into the transparent crystal, bright and clear. That fire is genius.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow