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Sweet Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

14 Sweet quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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If you’re after a quiet taste of Longfellow’s softer side, this set offers a concise glimpse. The poems here linger on tender moments, letting his characteristic rhythm soothe without overwhelming. It’s a neat entry point for anyone curious about his sweeter musings.

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The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, Kisses the blushing leaf.

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No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.

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The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.

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I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of…

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O flower-de-luce, bloom on, and let the river Linger to kiss thy feet! O flower of song, bloom on, and make forever…

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For 'tis sweet to stammer one letter Of the Eternal's language; - on earth it is called Forgiveness!

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I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on…

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Sweet April! many a thought Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed; Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought,…

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There's nothing in this world so sweet as love. And next to love the sweetest thing is hate.

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Sweet is the air with the budding haws, and the valley stretching for miles below Is white with blossoming cherry-trees, as if…

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Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives, When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives, Sweet as a song that once consoled…

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What heart has not acknowledged the influence of this hour, the sweet and soothing hour of twilight, the hour of love, the…

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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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This song of mine Is a song of the vine To be sung by the glowing embers Of wayside inns, When the…

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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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