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Life Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

83 Life quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow writes that love guides the hand more than the brain, shaping a new life from hope and youth. He describes a woman's life as full of sorrow but also urges giving what you have, because even unseen hands can scatter bounty like summer rain. He warns that life can feel like an empty dream.

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Into each life some rain must fall.

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I love thee, as the good love heaven.

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Learn to labour and to wait.

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Life like an empty dream flits by.

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Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares!

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Life is the gift of God, and is divine.

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Art is long, and Time is fleeting.

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Time is the life of the soul.

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Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood.

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

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

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Love is sunshine, hate is shadow, Life is checkered shade and sunshine.

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Dreams or illusions, call them what you will, they lift us from the commonplace of life to better things.

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Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall.

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O thou child of many prayers! Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares! Care and age come unawares!

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To say the least, a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one's judgment of others.

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A great sorrow, like a mariner's quadrant, brings the sun at noon down to the horizon, and we learn where we are…

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Ah, how skillful grows the hand That obeyeth Love's command! It is the heart, and not the brain, That to the highest…

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The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service.

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Love contending with friendship, and self with each generous impulse. To and fro in his breast his thoughts were heaving and dashing,…

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Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and…

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There is no death! What seems so is transition; this life of mortal breath is but a suburb of the life elysian,…

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The highest exercise of imagination is not to devise what has no existence, but rather to perceive what really exists, though unseen…

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Gone are the living, but the dead remain, And not neglected; for a hand unseen, Scattering its bounty like a summer rain,…

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The life of woman is full of woe, Toiling on and on and on, With breaking heart, and tearful eyes, The secret…

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That was the first sound in the song of love! Scarce more than silence is, and yet a sound. Hands of invisible…

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“Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are…

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“Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands…

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The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone. Shadows of…

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Alas! it is not till time, with reckless hand, has torn out half the leaves from the Book of Human Life to…

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Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest art of all the arts. Painting and sculpture are but images, Are merely…

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“There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion that if by chance it be shaken, or into…

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“ A Psalm of Life Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead…

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Under the spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And…

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How in the turmoil of life can love stand, Where there is not one heart, and one mouth and one hand.

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Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives whom we call dead.

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Does not all the blood within me Leap to meet thee, leap to meet thee, As the springs to meet the sunshine.

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The lamps are lit, the fires burn bright. The house is full of life and light.

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Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!

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The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone.

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There's nothing fair nor beautiful, but takes Something from thee, that makes it beautiful.

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Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny.

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Nature paints not; In oils, but frescoes the great dome of heaven; With sunsets, and the lovely forms of clouds; And flying vapors.

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“ Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers,— Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they free from Fear,…

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All things come round to him who will but wait.

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Thus departed Hiawatha, Hiawatha the Beloved, In the glory of the sunset, In the purple mists of evening, To the regions of the home-wind,…

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Books are sepulchres of thought.

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Buried was the bloody hatchet; Buried was the dreadful war-club; Buried were all warlike weapons, And the war-cry was forgotten. Then was peace among…

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