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No literature is complete until the language it was written in is dead.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
You shall hear how Hiawatha prayed and fasted in the forest, Not for greater skill in hunting, Not for greater craft in fishing, Not for triumphs in the battle, And renown among the warriors, But for profit of the people, For advantage of the nations.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, who has sight so keen and strong That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroken; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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!
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
One half the world must sweat and groan that the other half may dream.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Trouble is the next best thing to enjoyment. There is no fate in the world so horrible as to have no share in either its joys or sorrows.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Doubtless criticism was originally benignant, pointing out the beauties of a work rather that its defects. The passions of men have made it malignant, as a bad heart of Procreates turned the bed, the symbol of repose, into an instrument of torture.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Whatever poet, orator, or sage may say of it, old age is still old age.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Age is opportunity no less, than youth itself, though in another dress. And as the evening twilight fades away, The sky is filled by the stars invisible by the day.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
For age is opportunity no less than youth itself, though in another dress, and as the evening twilight fades away, the sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Build today, then strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and secure. Shall tomorrow find its place.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
We see but dimly through the mists and vapors Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funeral tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
We judge ourselves by what we are capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Trust no future, however pleasant Let the dead past bury its dead Act, - act in the living Present Heart within and God overhead.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Trust no future, however pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act, act in the living present! Heart within and God overhead.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To say the least, a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one's judgement of others.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There is a Reaper whose name is Death, / And, with his sickle keen, / He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, / And the flowers that grow between.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well, and doing well whatever you do without thought of fame. If it comes at all it will come because it is deserved, not because it is sought after
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well, and doing well whatever you do without thought of fame. If it comes at all it will come because it is deserved, not because it is sought after.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow