Bird Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

11 Bird quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow often turned to nature for lyrical inspiration. In these eleven short passages, bird imagery emerges, offering a succinct taste of his Romantic sensibility and rhythmic cadence.

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Gone are the birds that were our summer guests.

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Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, to some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth,…

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Work is my recreation, The play of faculty; a delight like that Which a bird feels in flying, or a fish In…

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'Tis always morning somewhere, and aboveThe awakening continents, from shore to shore,Somewhere the birds are singing evermore.

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The twilight is sad and cloudy, The wind blows wild and free, And like the wings of sea-birds Flash the white caps…

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“Think of your woods and orchards without birds! Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beams As in an idiot's brain…

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More hearts are breaking in this world of ours Than one would say. In distant villages And solitudes remote, where winds have…

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Don Quixote thought he could have made beautiful bird-cages and toothpicks if his brain had not been so full of ideas of…

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Then from the neighboring thicket the mocking-bird, wildest of singers, Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o'er the water, Shook…

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O lovely river of Yvette! O darling river! like a bride, Some dimpled, bashful, fair Lisette Thou goest to wed the Orge's…

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There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellowed richness on the clustered trees, And, from a beaker full of richest dyes,…

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“ Endymion The rising moon has hid the stars; Her level rays, like golden bars, Lie on the landscape green, With shadows brown between.…

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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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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…

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Heights by great men reached and kept were not obtained by sudden flight but, while their companions slept, they were toiling upward in the…

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All things come round to him who will but wait.

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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 doth attain,…

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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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Morality without religion is only a kind of dead reckoning - an endeavor to find our place on a cloudy sea by measuring the…

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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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