Soul Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

24 Soul quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Longfellow’s poems often turn the soul into a gentle river flowing through history. This collection of twenty‑four lines offers his characteristic melodic storytelling and moral nuance.

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The soul never grows old.

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The human voice is the organ of the soul.

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The soul...is audible, not visible.

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Silence and solitude, the soul's best friends.

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Time is the life of the soul.

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Noble souls, through dust and heat, rise from disaster and defeat the stronger.

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From dust thou art to dust returneth, was not spoken of the soul.

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

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Ah, the souls of those that die Are but sunbeams lifted higher.

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O Music! language of the soul, Of love, of God to man; Bright beam from heaven thrilling, That lightens sorrow's weight.

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O weary hearts! O slumbering eyes! O drooping souls, whose destinies Are fraught with fear and pain, Ye shall be loved again.

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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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Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken…

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Thus, seamed with many scars Bursting these prison bars, Up to its native stars My soul ascended! There from the flowing bowl…

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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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Look at this vigorous plant that lifts its head from the meadow, See how its leaves are turned to the north, as…

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What is time? The shadow on the dial, the striking of the clock, the running of the sand, day and night, summer…

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Even He that died for us upon the cross, in the last hour, in the unutterable agony of death, was mindful of…

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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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O little souls! as pure as white And crystalline as rays of light Direct from heaven, their source divine; Refracted through the…

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In old age our bodies are worn-out instruments, on which the soul tries in vain to play the melodies of youth. But…

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The little I have seen of the world teaches me to look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger.…

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Quotes about Life Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers,…

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How wonderful is the human voice! It is indeed the organ of the soul. The intellect of man is enthroned visibly on…

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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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