It is Lucifer, The son of mystery; And since God suffers him to be, He too, is God's minister, And labors for some good By us not understood.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowSilently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowGone are the living, but the dead remain, And not neglected; for a hand unseen, Scattering its bounty like a summer rain, Still keeps their graves and their remembrance green.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThe atmosphere breathes rest and comfort, and the many chambers seem full of welcomes.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowQuotes about Life Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, and things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art; to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowOut 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.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowMen of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowNature paints not; In oils, but frescoes the great dome of heaven; With sunsets, and the lovely forms of clouds; And flying vapors.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHow can I teach your children gentleness and mercy to the weak, and reverence for life, which in its nakedness and excess, is still a gleam of God's omnipotence, when by your laws, your actions and your speech, you contradict the very things I teach?
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowSail on ship of state, sail on, I union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, with all its hopes of future years, is hanging on thy fate!
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowLives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThe shadows of the mind are like those of the body. In the morning of life they all lie behind us; at noon we trample them under foot; and in the evening they stretch long, broad, and deepening before us.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowIn the mouths of many men soft words are like roses that soldiers put into the muzzles of their muskets on holidays.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowNothing that is can pause or stay; / The moon will wax, the moon will wane, / The mist and cloud will turn to rain, / The rain to mist and cloud again, / Tomorrow be today.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowA torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowAnd as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThough the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowTo say the least, a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one's judgment of others.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowSomething the heart must have to cherish, Must love and joy and sorrow learn; Something with passion clasp, or perish And in itself to ashes burn.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowWelcome, Disappointment! Thy hand is cold and hard, but it is the hand of a friend. Thy voice is stern and harsh, but it is the voice of a friend. Oh, there is something sublime in calm endurance, something sublime in the resolute, fixed purpose of suffering without complaining, which makes disappointment oftentimes better than success!
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowIt is true, that it is not at all necessary to love many books, in order to love them much.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThree silences there are: the first of speech, the second of desire, the third of thought.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThe men that women marry, And why they marry them, will always be A marvel and a mystery to the world.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHe 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.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowGlorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowIs this is a dream? O, if it be a dream, Let me sleep on, and do not wake me yet!
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowWhenever nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.
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