Henry Wadsworth Longfellow quotes - page 5

Authors have a greater right than any copyright, though it is generally unacknowledged or disregarded. They have a right to the reader's civility. There are favorable hours for reading a book, as for writing it, and to these the author has a claim. Yet many people think that when they buy a book they buy with it the right to abuse the author. (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
Method is more important than strength, when you wish to control your enemies. By dropping golden beads near a snake, a crow once managed To have a passer-by kill the snake for the beads. View quote
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Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose. View quote
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Sail forth into the sea of life, O gentle, loving, trusting wife, And safe from all adversity Upon the bosom of that sea Thy comings and thy goings be! For gentleness and love and trust Prevail o'er angry wave and gust; And in the wreck of noble lives Something immortal still survives. View quote
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The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service. View quote
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I heard the bells on Christmas Day their old familiar carols play, and wild and sweet the word repeat of peace on earth, good-will to men. View quote
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Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike. View quote
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Don Quixote thought he could have made beautiful bird-cages and toothpicks if his brain had not been so full of ideas of chivalry. Most people would succeed in small things, if they were not troubled with great ambitions. View quote
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In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part; For the gods see everywhere. View quote
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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 keep The long, mysterious Exodus of Death. View quote
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A town that boasts inhabitants like me Can have no lack of good society. (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
Books are sepulchres of thought. View quote
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The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide. View quote
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Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author. View quote
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Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals and forts. View quote
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By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer morning, Hiawatha stood and waited. View quote
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Nothing useless is, or low; Each thing in its place is best; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest. View quote
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Art is the child of Nature; yes, Her darling child, in whom we trace The features of the mother's face, Her aspect and her attitude, All her majestic loveliness Chastened and softened and subdued Into a more attractive grace, And with a human sense imbued. He is the greatest artist, then, Whether of pencil or of pen, Who follows Nature. View quote
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Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels. View quote
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Ah, nothing is too late Till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate. View quote
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All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time. (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
God had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for this planting. View quote
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Hermes: Much must he toil who serves the Immortal Gods. View quote
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She floats upon the river of his thoughts. View quote
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Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start. View quote
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