Author Topic: ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes ~ (Read 13712 times)

MysteRy · « **Reply #45 on:** October 16, 2014, 01:04:50 PM »

Being all fashioned of the self-same dust. Let us be merciful as well as just.

MysteRy · « **Reply #46 on:** October 16, 2014, 01:06:18 PM »

As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn so change of studies a dull brain.

MysteRy · « **Reply #47 on:** October 16, 2014, 01:08:28 PM »

When Christ ascended Triumphantly from star to star He left the gates of Heaven ajar.

MysteRy · « **Reply #48 on:** October 16, 2014, 01:09:31 PM »

Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.

MysteRy · « **Reply #49 on:** October 16, 2014, 01:10:52 PM »

To say the least a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one's judgement of others.

MysteRy · « **Reply #50 on:** October 16, 2014, 01:11:54 PM »

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

MysteRy · « **Reply #51 on:** October 16, 2014, 01:12:28 PM »

We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing while others judge us by what we have already done.

MysteRy · « **Reply #52 on:** October 16, 2014, 01:13:12 PM »

Thy fate is the common fate of all Into each life some rain must fall Some days must be dark and dreary.

MysteRy · « **Reply #53 on:** October 16, 2014, 01:14:05 PM »

All that is best in the great poets of all countries is not what is national in them but what is universal.

MysteRy · « **Reply #54 on:** October 16, 2014, 01:15:14 PM »

No one is so accursed by fate No one so utterly desolate But some heart though unknown Responds unto his own.

MysteRy · « **Reply #55 on:** October 16, 2014, 01:16:39 PM »

If you would hit the mark you must aim a little above it; every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth.

MysteRy · « **Reply #56 on:** October 16, 2014, 01:18:49 PM »

Came the Spring with all its splendor All its birds and all its blossoms All its flowers and leaves and grasses.

MysteRy · « **Reply #57 on:** October 16, 2014, 01:20:34 PM »

Let us then be up and doing With a heart for any fate; Still achieving still pursuing Learn to labor and to wait.

MysteRy · « **Reply #58 on:** October 16, 2014, 01:23:21 PM »

Silently one by one in the infinite meadows of heaven Blossomed the lovely stars the forget-me-nots of the angels.

MysteRy · « **Reply #59 on:** October 16, 2014, 01:25:17 PM »

A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.

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