"The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air."
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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"The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air."
"The thoughts of Youth are long, long thoughts"
"Southward with fleet of ice Sailed the corsair Death; Wild and fast blew the blast, And the east-wind was his breath."
"The moon is hidden behind a cloud... On the leaves is a sound of falling rain... No other sounds than these I hear; The hour of midnight must be near... So many ghosts, and forms of fright, Have started from their graves to-night, They have driven sleep from mine eyes away: I will go down to the chapel and pray."
"Art is the child of Nature; yes, Her darling child, in whom we trace The features of the mother's face, Her aspect and her attitude, All her majestic loveliness Chastened and softened and subdued Into a more attractive grace, And with a human sense imbued. He is the greatest artist, then, Whether of pencil or of pen, Who follows Nature."
"Life is the gift of God, and is divine."
"In youth all doors open outward; in old age all open inward."
"I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls The burial-ground God's-Acre! It is just; It consecrates each grave within its walls, And breathes a benison o'er the sleeping dust."
"Listen my children and you shall hear, Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere"
"Learn to labour and to wait."
"And when she was good she was very very good. But when she was bad she was horrid."
"The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone. Shadows of evening fall around us, and the world seems but a dim reflection - itself a broader shadow. We look forward into the coming lonely night. The soul withdraws into itself. Then stars arise, and the night is holy."
"The warriors that fought for their country, and bled, Have sunk to their rest; the damp earth is their bed; No stone tells the place where their ashes repose, Nor points out the spot from the graves of their foes. They died in their glory, surrounded by fame, And Victory's loud trump their death did proclaim; They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast, And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest."
"No action, whether foul or fair, Is ever done, but it leaves somewhere A record, written by fingers ghostly, As a blessing or a curse, and mostly In the greater weakness or greater strength Of the acts which follow it."
"I am more afraid of deserving criticism than of receiving it. I stand in awe of my own opinion. The secret demerits of which we alone, perhaps, are conscious, are often more difficult to bear than those which have been publicly censured in us, and thus in some degree atoned for."
"Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead."
"The air of summer was sweeter than wine."
"My own thoughts Are my companions."
"Then stars arise, and the night is holy."
"How like they are to human things!"