Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

1807 - 1882

A Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on death

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There is a reaper whose name is Death, And with his sickle keen He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)

Source: The Reaper and the Flowers.

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A Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on death, life, and mortality

There is no death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)

Source: Resignation.

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A Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on darkness, fate, heart, and life

Be still, sad heart and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)

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A Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on heaven

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Every dewdrop and raindrop had a whole heaven within it.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)

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A Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on books, learning, love, and serenity

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)

Source: Morituri Salutamus

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A Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on assumptions and darkness

But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)

Source: Resignation.

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A Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on change

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All things must change to something new, to something strange.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)

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A Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)

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A Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on christmas, day, death, despair, earth, failure, familiarity, god, good, men, peace, play, sleep, songs, thought, words, and world

Christmas Bells I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along The unbroken song Of peace on earth, good-will to men! Till, ringing, swinging on its way, The world revolved from night to day A voice, a chime, A chant sublime Of peace on earth, good-will to men! Then from each black, accursed mouth The cannon thundered in the South And with the sound The carols drowned Of peace on earth, good-will to men! It was as if an earthquake rent The hearth-stones of a continent, And made forlorn The households born Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And in despair I bowed my head; "There is no peace on earth," I said; "For hate is strong And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to menl" Then pealed the bells more loud and deep, "God is not dead; nor cloth He sleep! The Wrong shall fail, The Right prevail, With peace on earth, good-will to menl"

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)

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A Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on god and patience

Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)

Source: Retribution. From the Sinngedichte of Friedrich von Logau

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