Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

1807 - 1882

A Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on progress, trouble, and world

Our ingress into the world Was naked and bare; Our progress through the world Is trouble and care; Our egress from the world Will be nobody knows where; But if we do well here We shall do well there; And I could tell you no more, Should I preach a whole year!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)

Source: Tales of a Wayside Inn: Cobbler of Hagenau

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A Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on good

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There was a little girl Who had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead, When she was good She was very, very good, But when she was bad she was horrid.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)

Source: B.R.T. Machetta, Home Life of Longfellow

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A Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on heart

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Look, then, into thine heart, and write!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)

Source: Voices of the Night. Prelude.

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A Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on love

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Love gives itself; it is not bought.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)

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A Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on world

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In this world a man must be either anvil or hammer.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)

Source: Hyperion

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A Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on art, goals, life, and soul

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)

Source: A Psalm of Life.

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A Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on art, bravery, brothers, death, departure, dreams, emptiness, fate, funerals, future, goals, god, heart, learning, life, men, past, soul, present, time, and trust

Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. . . . Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. . . . Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act,-act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! . . . Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time. Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labour and to wait.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)

Source: A Psalm of Life

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A Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on doctors and joy

Joy, temperance, and repose, Slam the door on the doctor's nose.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)

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A Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on death, life, pollution, and temptation

Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives whom we call dead.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)

Source: Resignation.

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A Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on departure, life, men, and time

A Psalm of Life. Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)

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