"God sent his Singers upon earth With songs of sadness and of mirth, That they might touch the hearts of men, And bring them back to heaven again."
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was a renowned American poet known for his lyrical verses and works like 'The Song of Hiawatha,' which explore themes of love and nature.
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"God sent his Singers upon earth With songs of sadness and of mirth, That they might touch the hearts of men, And bring them back to heaven again."
"In what a forge and what a heat were shaped the anchors of thy hope! Fear not each sudden sound and shock; 'Tis of the wave and not the rock."
"As I gaze upon the sea! All the old romantic legends, all my dreams, come back to me."
"Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions."
"When thou are not pleased, beloved, Then my heart is sad and darkened, As the shining river darkens When the clouds drop shadows on it! When thou smilest, my beloved, Then my troubled heart is brightened, As in sunshine gleam the ripples That the cold wind makes in rivers."
"A stiff letter galls one like a stiff shirt collar -- whilst a sheet garnished here and there with a careless blot -- and here and there a dash -- but in the main full of excellent matter, is like a clever fellow in a dirty shirt whom we value for the good humour he brings with him and not for the garb he wears."
"In December ring Every day the chimes; Loud the gleemen sing In the streets their merry rhymes. Let us by the fire Ever higher Sing them till the night expire!"
"Ne speaketh not; and yet there lies a conversation in his eyes."
"All was silent as before - All silent save the dripping rain."
"In the long, sleepless watches of the night, A gentle face the face of one long dead Looks at me from the wall, where round its head The night-lamp casts a halo of pale light."
"I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart"
"Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow."
"That was the first sound in the song of love! Scarce more than silence is, and yet a sound. Hands of invisible spirits touch the strings Of that mysterious instrument, the soul, And play the prelude of our fate. We hear The voice prophetic, and are not alone."
"With many readers, brilliancy of style passes for affluence of thought; they mistake buttercups in the grass for immeasurable gold mines under ground."
"Sculpture is more than painting. It is greater To raise the dead to life than to create Phantoms that seem to live."
"It was a high counsel that I once heard given to a young person, - always do what you are afraid to do."
"This is the place. Stand still, my steed,- Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy past The forms that once have been."
"Whatever poet, orator, or sage may say of it, old age is still old age."
"The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do, well."
"There in seclusion and remote from men The wizard hand lies cold, Which at its topmost speed let fall the pen, And left the tale half told. Ah! who shall lift that wand of magic power, And the lost clew regain? The unfinished window in Aladdin's tower Unfinished must remain!"