Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (27 February 1807 – 24 March 1882 / Portland, Maine)
Quotations
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''We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.''
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882), U.S. poet. Kavanagh, bk. 1, ch. 1 (1849). -
''Art is the child of Nature; yes,
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882), U.S. poet. "Keramos."
Her darling child, in whom we trace
The features of the mother's face,
Her aspect and her attitude.'' -
''half-way up the hill, I see the Past
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1809-1882), U.S. poet. Mezzo Cammin (l. 9-14). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
Lying beneath me with its sounds and sights,
A city in the twilight dim and vast,
With smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights,
And hear above me on the autumnal blast
The cataract of Death far thundering from the heights.'' -
''Half of my life is gone, and I have let
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1809-1882), U.S. poet. Mezzo Cammin (l. 1-4). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
The years slip from me and have not fulfilled
The aspiration of my youth, to build
Some tower of song with lofty parapet.'' -
''Ah, to build, to build!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882), U.S. poet. Michael Angelo.
That is the noblest art of all the arts.
Painting and sculpture are but images,
Are merely shadows cast by outward things
On stone or canvas, having in themselves
No separate existence. Architecture,
Existing in itself, and not in seeming
A something it is not, surpasses them
As substance shadow.'' -
''So in majestic cadence rise and fall
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1809-1882), U.S. poet. Milton (l. 9-14). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
The mighty undulations of thy song,
O sightless bard, England's Monides!
And ever and anon, high over all
Uplifted, a ninth wave superb and strong,
Floods all the soul with its melodious seas.'' -
''Whatever poet, orator, or sage
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882), U.S. poet. Morituri Salutamus.
May say of it, old age is still old age.'' -
''Age is opportunity no less
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882), U.S. poet. Morituri Salutamus, st. 24 (1875).
Than youth itself, though in another dress,
And as the evening twilight fades away
The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.'' -
''The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882), U.S. poet. Morituri Salutamus, st. 21 (1875).
And all the sweet serenity of books.'' -
''Often I think of the beautiful town
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1809-1882), U.S. poet. My Lost Youth (l. 1-2). . . Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press.
That is seated by the sea;''
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The Belfrey of Bruges
In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfrey old and brown;
Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er the town.
As the summer morn was breaking, on that lofty tower I stood,
And the world through off the darkness, like the weeds of widowhood.
Thick with towns and hamlets studded, and with streams and vapors gray,
Like a shield embossed with silver, round and vast the landscape lay.
