facenero.blogg.se - Sail forth longfellow

I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls."The Rainy Day", Bentley's Miscellany ( December 1841).Go forth to meet the shadowy Future, without fear, and with a manly heart. Believe me, every heart has its secret sorrows, which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad." Then come the gloomy hours, when the fire will neither burn on our hearths nor in our hearts and all without and within is dismal, cold, and dark. In the lives of the saddest of us, there are bright days like this, when we feel as if we could take the great world in our arms and kiss it. And then it changes suddenly and is dark and sorrowful, and clouds shut out the sky. Sometimes it is all gladness and sunshine, and Heaven itself lies not far off. "Ah! this beautiful world!" said Flemming, with a smile.There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,.Look, then, into thine heart, and write!.

I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light I heard the trailing garments of the Night.Resignation, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922).There is no Death! What seems so is transition.Music is the universal language of mankind - poetry their universal pastime and delight.Like a breeze / Or sunbeam over your domain I passed / In motion without pause but ye have left / Your beauty with me, a serene accord / Of forms and colors, passive, yet endowed / In their subinissivencss with power as sweet / And gracious, almost might I dare to say, / As virtue is, or goodness sweet as love, / Or the remembrance of a generous deed, / Or mildest visitation of pure thought, / When God, the giver of all joy, is thanked / Religiously, in silent blessedness / Sweet as this last herself, for such it is. I spake / Of thee, thy chestnut woods, and garden plots / Of Indian-corn tended by dark-eyed maids / Thy lofty steeps, and pathways roofed with vines, / Winding from house to house, from town to town, / Sole link that binds them to each other walks, / League after league, and cloistral avenues, / Where silence dwells if music be not there: / While yet a youth undisciplined in verse, / Through fond ambition of that hour, I strove / To chant your praise nor can approach you now / Ungreeted by- a more melodious song, / Where tones of nature smoothed by learned art / May flow in lasting current.

And, (Lake) Como ! thou, a treasure whom the earth / Keeps to herself, confined as in a depth / Of Abyssinian privacy.

And perfect beauty anywhere! Sweet vision! Do not fade away Linger until my heart shall take- Into itself the Summer day And all the beauty of the lake. I ask myself is this a dream? Will it all vanish into air? Is there a land of such supreme. Stands beckoning up the Stelvio pass Varenna, with its white cascade.

"The Battle of Lovell's Pond," poem first published in the Portland Gazette (November 17, 1820).

They are dead but they live in each Patriot's breast,Īnd their names are engraven on honor's bright crest. They died in their glory, surrounded by fame,Īnd Victory's loud trump their death did proclaim Nor points out the spot from the graves of their foes. No stone tells the place where their ashes repose, Have sunk to their rest the damp earth is their bed The warriors that fought for their country, and bled, Turn, turn, my wheel! All things must change I hear in the chamber above meĪnd voices soft and sweet. The heights by great men reached and kept 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. To most men only the cessation of the miracle would be miraculous and the perpetual exercise of God's power seems less wonderful than its withdrawal would be. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think. We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done… Give what you have. Music is the universal language of mankind - poetry their universal pastime and delight. Quotes They are dead but they live in each Patriot's breast,Īnd their names are engraven on honor's bright crest.

2 Quotes about Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

1.14 Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed.

1.13 The Masque of Pandora and Other Poems (1875).

1.10 The Courtship of Miles Standish (1858).

1.5 Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie (1847).