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The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well, and doing well whatever you do.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The strength of criticism lies only in the weakness of the thing criticized
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The shades of night were falling fast, / As through an Alpine village passed / A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, / A banner with the strange device, / Excelsior!
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The shades of night were falling fast,As though an Alpine village passedA youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice,A banner with the strange device,ExcelsiorHis brow was sad his eye beneath,Flashed like a falchion from its sheath,And like a silver clarion rungThe accents of that unknown tongue,Excelsior
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The holiest of holidays are those Kept by ourselves in silence and apart The secret anniversaries of the heart.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The heights by great men reached and kept, were not obtained by sudden flight. But they, while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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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The adoration of his heart had been to her only as the perfume of a wild flower, which she had carelessly crushed with her foot in passing.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,Life is but an empty dreamFor the soul is dead that slumbers,and things are not what they seem.Life is real Life is earnestAnd the grave is not its goalDust thou art to dust returnest,Was not spoken of the soul.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted, If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters returning Back to their springs, like the rain shall fill them full of refreshment That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted,
If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters returning
Back to their springs, like the rain shall fill them full of refreshment;
That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters returning
Back to their springs, like the rain shall fill them full of refreshment;
That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.
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Men of genius are often dull and inert in society, as a blazing meteor when it descends to earth, is only a stone.
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Method is more important than strength, when you wish to control your enemies. By dropping golden beads near a snake, a crow once managed To have a passer-by kill the snake for the beads.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the present. It is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future, without fear.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Life is real Life is earnest And the grave is not its goal Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Life is real! Life is earnest! And death is not its goal. Dust thou art, to dust returneth, was not spoken of the soul.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Let us, then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait.
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate Still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow