Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Trending quotes (page 4)

“Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest;
Home-keeping hearts are happiest.”

“The leaves of memory seemed to make
A mournful rustling in the dark.”

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

“Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Finds us further than to-day.”

“The human voice is the organ of the soul.”

“It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun”

“The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.”

“A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.”

“When she was good,
She was very good indeed,
But when she was bad she was horrid.”

“Youth comes but once in a lifetime”

“Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest!”

“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.”

“For his heart was in his work, and the heart
Giveth grace unto every Art.”

“There's nothing in this world so sweet as love, and next to love the sweetest thing is hate.”

“Where'er a noble deed is wrought,
Where'er is spoken a noble thought,
Our hearts in glad surprise
To higher levels rise.”

“Pandora, waking: …
I am alone. These faces in the mirrors
Are but the shadows and phantoms of myself;
They cannot help nor hinder. No one sees me,
Save the all-seeing Gods…
She lifts the lid. A dense mist rises from the chest
and fills the room. Pandora falls senseless on
the floor. Storm without.

Chorus of Dreams from the Gate of Horn: …
Fever of the heart and brain,
Sorrow, pestilence, and pain,
Moans of anguish, maniac laughter,
All the evils that hereafter
Shall afflict and vex mankind,
All into the air have risen
From the chambers of their prison;
Only Hope remains behind.”

“Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
When he called the flowers, so blue and golden,
Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.”

“What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers
May be heaven's distant lamps.”

“Time has laid his hand
Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it,
But as a harper lays his open palm
Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.”