Secret Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

15 Secret quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Longfellow’s verses often linger on the quiet corners of the heart. In fifteen gentle reflections, he explores the tender ache of what we keep locked away, inviting a soft, introspective mood.

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My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea

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Every man has his secret sorrows...

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If we could read the secret history of our enemies,

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The secret anniversaries of the heart.

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My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling…

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Well I know the secret places, And the nests in hedge and tree; At what doors are friendly faces, In what hearts…

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Would you learn the secret of the sea? Only those who brave its dangers, comprehend its mystery!

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The holiest of holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart.

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How can I tell the signals and the signs By which one heart another heart divines? How can I tell the many…

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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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As great Pythagoras of yore, Standing beside the blacksmith's door, And hearing the hammers, as they smote The anvils with a different…

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I am more afraid of deserving criticism than of receiving it. I stand in awe of my own opinion. The secret demerits…

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The secret studies of an author are the sunken piers upon which is to rest the bridge of his fame, spanning the…

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In the lives of the saddest of us, there are bright days like this, when we feel as if we could take…

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The holiest of all holidays are those Kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart, When the…

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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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