Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellowwas an American poet and educator whose works include "Paul Revere's Ride", The Song of Hiawatha, and Evangeline. He was also the first American to translate Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy, and was one of the five Fireside Poets...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth27 February 1807
CityPortland, ME
CountryUnited States of America
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Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate; still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait.
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...for it is the fate of a woman Long to be patient and silent, to wait like a ghost that is speechless, Till some questioning voice dissolves the spell of its silence. Hence is the inner life of so many suffering women Sunless and silent and deep, like subterranean rivers Runnng through caverns of darkness...
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Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny.
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Your education begins where what is called your education is over. Your fate is but the common lot of all.
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All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme.
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No one is so accursed by fate, no one so utterly desolate, but some heart though unknown responds unto his own.
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Trouble is the next best thing to enjoyment; there is no fate in the world so horrible as to have no share in either its joys or sorrows.
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A millstone and the human heart are driven ever round, If they have nothing else to grind, they must themselves be ground.
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That was the first sound in the song of love! Scarce more than silence is, and yet a sound. Hands of invisible spirits touch the strings Of that mysterious instrument, the soul, And play the prelude of our fate. We hear The voice prophetic, and are not alone.
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I shot an arrow into the air,It fell to earth, I knew not where (The Arrow and the Song)
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Far asunder, on separate coasts, the Acadians landed, ... Scattered were they, like flakes of snow . . . friendless, homeless, hopeless, they wandered from city to city.
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Between the dark and the daylight, / When the night is beginning to lower, / Comes a pause in the day's occupations, / That is known as the Children's Hour.
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Singing the Hundredth Psalm, the grand old Puritan anthem.
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Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.