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Schriftsteller, Übersetzer, Dramatiker, "The golden legend", "A Selection of Poems", "The divine Tragedy", Professor für Literatur an der Harvard-University (USA, 1807 - 1882).

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow · Geburtsdatum · Sterbedatum

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wäre heute 218 Jahre, 2 Monate, 2 Tage oder 79.685 Tage alt.

Geboren am 27.02.1807 in Portland/Maine
Gestorben am 24.03.1882 in Cambridge
Sternzeichen: ♓ Fische

• Oh, the long and dreary winter! Oh, the cold and cruel winter!

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• Onaway! Awake, beloved!

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• One half of the world must sweat and groan that the other half may dream.

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• One if by land, and two if by sea; / And I on the opposite shore will be, / Ready to ride and spread the alarm / Through every Middlesex village and farm.

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• Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing; Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and a silence.

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• Silence is a great peacemaker.

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• So mild, so merciful, so strong, so good, So patient, peaceful, loyal, loving, pure.

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• Some critics are like chimneysweepers; they put out the fire below, and frighten the swallows from their nests above; they scrape a long time in the chimney, cover themselves with soot, and bring nothing away but a bag of cinders, and then sing from the top of the house as if they had built it.

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• Some must follow and some command, though all are made of clay.

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• Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors than from his virtues.

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• Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.

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• Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet!

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• Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.

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• 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.

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• The bravest are the tenderest. The loving are the daring.

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• The cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.

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• The counterfeit and counterpart Of Nature reproduced in art.

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• The day is done, and the darkness / Falls from the wings of night, / As a feather is wafted downward / From an eagle in his flight.

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• The day is gone, and the darkness falls from the wings of Night.

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• The everyday cares and duties, which men call drudgery, are the weights and counterpoises of the clock of time, giving its pendulum a true vibration and its hands a regular motion; and when they cease to hang upon its wheels, the pendulum no longer swings, the hands no longer move, the clock stands still.

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