Take them, O Death! and bear away Whatever thou canst call thine own! Thine image, stamped upon this clay, Doth give thee that, but that alone! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow More Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow More Quotes From Henry Wadsworth Longfellow It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about; It is I that have grown old. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow autumn spring fall The sun is set; and in his latest beams Yon little cloud of ashen gray and gold, Slowly upon the amber air unrolled, The falling mantle of the Prophet seems. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow twilight clouds fall The grave itself is but a covered bridge, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow light grieving death Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are the happiest, For those that wander they know not where Are full of trouble and full of care; To stay at home is best. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow home heart happiness Being all fashioned of the self-same dust, let us be merciful as well as just Henry Wadsworth Longfellow fashion dust self He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow coats respect self-esteem Truly, this world can go on without us, if we would but think so. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow self world thinking Each new epoch in life seems an encounter. There is a tussle and a cloud of dust, and we come out of it triumphant or crest-fallen, according as we have borne ourselves. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow dust clouds life No man is so poor as that. As well might the mountain streamlets say they have nothing worth giving to the sea, because they are not rivers. Give what you have. To some one, it may be better than you dare to think. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow sea men thinking I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls, The burial-ground God's-Acre. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow acres ancient phrases Kind messages, that pass from land to land; Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history, In which we feel the pressure of a hand,-- One touch of fire,--and all the rest is mystery! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow fire heart hands Build today, then strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and secure. Shall tomorrow find its place. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ascending strong today The twilight that surrounds the border-land of old romance. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow romance land twilight And the wind plays on those great sonorous harps, the shrouds and masts of ships. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ships play wind The little I have seen of the world teaches me to look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger. When I take the history of one poor heart that has sinned and suffered, and represent to myself the struggles and temptations it has passed through, the brief pulsations of joy, the feverish inquietude of hope and fear, the pressure of want, the desertion of friends, I would fain leave the erring soul of my fellow-man with Him from whose hand it came. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow struggle heart men Some feelings are quite untranslatable; no language has yet been found for them. They gleam upon us beautifully through the dim twilight of fancy, and yet when we bring them close to us, and hold them up to the light of reason, lose their beauty all at once, as glow worms which gleam with such a spiritual light in the shadows of evening, when brought in where the candles are lighted, are found to be only worms like so many others. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow twilight spiritual feelings Let him not boast who puts his armor on as he who puts it off, the battle done. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow battle done war The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface the footprints in the sands, And the tide rises, the tide falls. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow twilight hands fall In the elder days of art Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part, For the Gods are everywhere Henry Wadsworth Longfellow unseen care art I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow cities sweet men
