And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow More Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow More Quotes From Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The spirit-world around this world of sense Henry Wadsworth Longfellow halloween air kids O beautiful, awful summer day, what hast thou given, what taken away? Henry Wadsworth Longfellow taken summer beautiful Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow waiting justice patience Where'er a noble deed is wrought, Where'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts in glad surprise To higher levels rise. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow diversity noble heart Oh, how beautiful is the summer night, which is not night, but a sunless, yet unclouded, day, descending upon earth with dews and shadows and refreshing coolness! How beautiful the long mild twilight, which, like a silver clasp, unites today with yesterday! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow twilight summer beautiful Gorgeous flowerets in the sunlight shining, Blossoms flaunting in the eye of day, Tremulous leaves, with soft and silver lining, Buds that open only to decay. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow bud shining eye Our hearts are lamps for ever burning. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow burning lamps heart The holiest of holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow holiday self heart The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow sweet inspirational love At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow aghast sea beach Gone are the living, but the dead remain, And not neglected; for a hand unseen, Scattering its bounty like a summer rain, Still keeps their graves and their remembrance green. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow tombstone summer life No man is so poor as to have nothing worth giving. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow advice giving men We have not wings we cannot soar; but, we have feet to scale and climb, by slow degrees, by more and more, the cloudy summits of our time. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow progress feet wings Thus at the flaming forge of life Henry Wadsworth Longfellow burning deeds life Difficulty on the way to victory is opportunity for God to work Henry Wadsworth Longfellow victory opportunity way Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate, Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow learning heart time As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, Leads by the hand her little child to bed, Half willing, half reluctant to be led, And leave his broken playthings on the floor. Still gazing at them through the open door, Nor wholly reassured and comforted By promises of others in their stead Which, the more splendid, may not please him more; So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest so gently, that we go Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay, Being too full of sleep to understand How far the unknown transcends the what we know. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow mother sleep children The history of the past is a mere puppet-show. A little man comes out and blows a little trumpet, and goes in again. You look for something new, and lo! another little man comes out, and blows another little trumpet, and goes in again. And it is all over. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow blow men past Weak minds make treaties with the passions they cannot overcome, and try to purchase happiness at the expense of principle; but the resolute will of a strong man scorns such means, and struggles nobly with his foe to achieve great deeds. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow passion strong struggle A young critic is like a boy with a gun; he fires at every living thing he sees. He thinks only of his own skill, not of the pain he is giving. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow pain gun boys
