Henry Longfellow: Citations en anglais
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Santa Filomena
Santa Filomena, st. 10 (1858).
“He that respects himself is safe from others; he wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.”
From 'Michael Angelo' (published posthumously), as included in The poetical works, Houghton Mifflin (1887), p. 316.
Table-Talk (1857)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Village Blacksmith
St. 7.
The Village Blacksmith (1842)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Tales of a Wayside Inn
Pt. I, The Poet's Tale: The Birds of Killingworth, st. 9.
Tales of a Wayside Inn (1863-1874)
From the German (In Hyperion).
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
“The hooded clouds, like friars,
Tell their beads in drops of rain.”
Midnight Mass, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
The Masque of Pandora and Other Poems (1875)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow livre Hyperion
Hyperion, book iv. Chap. viii.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
“For Time will teach thee soon the truth,
There are no birds in last year's nest!”
It is not always May, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow livre The Song of Hiawatha
Pt. XXII, Hiawatha's Departure, st. 1.
The Song of Hiawatha (1855)
“A town that boasts inhabitants like me
Can have no lack of good society.”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Tales of a Wayside Inn
Pt. I, The Poet's Tale: The Birds of Killingworth.
Tales of a Wayside Inn (1863-1874)
“The star of the unconquered will.”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Light of Stars
The Light of Stars, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
“O father! I see a gleaming light.
Oh say, what may it be?”
But the father answered never a word,
A frozen corpse was he.
St. 12.
The Wreck of the Hesperus (1842)
said Flemming, with a smile. "Indeed, I know not what to think of it. Sometimes it is all gladness and sunshine, and Heaven itself lies not far off. And then it changes suddenly; and is dark and sorrowful, and clouds shut out the sky. In the lives of the saddest of us, there are bright days like this, when we feel as if we could take the great world in our arms and kiss it. Then come the gloomy hours, when the fire will neither burn on our hearths nor in our hearts; and all without and within is dismal, cold, and dark. Believe me, every heart has its secret sorrows, which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad." <br class="br"> Hyperion http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/5436, Bk. III, Ch. IV (1839).
“Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
"Life is but an empty dream!"”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow A Psalm of Life
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
St. 1.
A Psalm of Life (1839)
"The Battle of Lovell's Pond," poem first published in the Portland Gazette (November 17, 1820).
