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Thee Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

12 Thee quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Longfellow’s use of "Thee" feels like a soft whisper from a familiar friend. Though only twelve verses, they capture his knack for gentle rhythm and heartfelt sentiment, offering a tidy snapshot of his ability to turn simple address into lasting resonance.

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I love thee, as the good love heaven.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Take this sorrow to thy heart and make it part of thee, and it shall nourish thee till thou art strong again.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

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Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, our faith triumphant o’er our fears, are all with thee – are all with…

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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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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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Take them, O Death! and bear away Whatever thou canst call thine own! Thine image, stamped upon this clay, Doth give thee…

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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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Whatever hath been written shall remain, Nor be erased nor written o'er again; The unwritten only still belongs to thee: Take heed,…

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I do not love thee less for what is done, And cannot be undone. Thy very weakness Hath brought thee nearer to…

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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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Look, then, into thine heart, and write! Yes, into Life's deep stream! All forms of sorrow and delight, All solemn Voices of…

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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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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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