"If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility."
Poet, Educator
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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"If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility."
"Winter giveth the fields, and the trees so old, their beards of icicles and snow."
"Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the surface Is as the tossing buoy, that betrays where the anchor is hidden."
"Success is not something to wait for, it is something to work for."
"Nature paints not; In oils, but frescoes the great dome of heaven; With sunsets, and the lovely forms of clouds; And flying vapors."
"He had mittens, Minjekahwun, Magic mittens made of deer-skin; When upon his hands he wore them, He could smite the rocks asunder, He could grind them into powder."
"A thought often makes us hotter than a fire."
"Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find."
"Under a spreading chestnut-tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands."
"The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day."
"To be seventy years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-crowned summit, and see behind you the deep valley stretching miles and miles away, and before you other summits higher and whiter, which you may have strength to climb, or may not. Then you sit down and meditate and wonder which it will be."
"And the wind plays on those great sonorous harps, the shrouds and masts of ships."
"This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest."
"The Nile, forever new and old, Among the living and the dead, Its mighty, mystic stream has rolled."
"Music is the universal language of mankind."
"My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me."
"It is the Harvest Moon! On gilded vanes and roofs of villages, on woodland crests and their aerial neighborhoods of nests deserted, on the curtained window-panes of rooms where children sleep, on country lanes and harvest-fields, its mystic splendor rests."
"Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence."
"The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes."
"Very hot and still the air was, Very smooth the gliding river, Motionless the sleeping shadows."