Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Short Quotes

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No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.

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He is a little chimney and heated hot in a moment.

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Into a world unknown,—the corner-stone of a nation.

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Art is the gift of God, and must be used unto his glory.

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Giotto's tower,
The lily of Florence blossoming in stone.

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From the waterfall he named her,
Minnehaha, Laughing Water.

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Man is unjust, but God is just; and finally justice triumphs.

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All was silent as before - All silent save the dripping rain.

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I hear the Scales, where hang in equipoise The night and day.

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All are architects of Fate,
Working in these walls of Time.

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From the water-fall he named her,
Minnehaha, Laughing Water.

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When one is truly in love, one not only says it, but shows it.

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A life that is worth writing at all is worth writing minutely.

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Think not because no man sees, such things will remain unseen.

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Ripe in wisdom was he, but patient, and simple, and childlike.

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Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra,
And Edith with golden hair.

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Oh the long and dreary Winter!
Oh the cold and cruel Winter!

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Ah, the souls of those that die Are but sunbeams lifted higher.

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What shall I say to you? What can I say Better than silence is?

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Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.

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He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.

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For next to being a great poet is the power of understanding one.

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Through woods and mountain passes
The winds, like anthems, roll.

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I hear the wind among the trees playing the celestial symphonies.

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Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.

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Sang in tones of deep emotion Songs of love and songs of longing.

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In youth all doors open outward; in old age they all open inward.

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He speaketh not; and yet there lies
A conversation in his eyes.

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The picture that approaches sculpture nearest Is the best picture.

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But oftentimes celestial benedictions
Assume this dark disguise.

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