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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

• The forests, with their myriad tongues, Shouted of liberty; And the Blast of the Desert cried aloud, With a voice so wild and free, That he started in his sleep and smiled At their tempestuous glee.

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• The greatest grace of a gift, perhaps, is that it anticipates and admits of no return.

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• The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night.

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• The holiest of all holidays are those Kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart.

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• The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service.

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• The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.

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• The men that women marry, And why they marry them, will always be A marvel and a mystery to the world.

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• The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air.

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• The Queen of the West.

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• The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken.

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• The Rhine, the Rhine! a blessing on the Rhine!

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• The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone.

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• The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device.

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• The silence of the place was like a sleep, so full of rest it seemed.

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• The square root of half a number of bees, and also eight-ninths of the whole, alighted on the jasmines, and a female buzzed responsive to the hum of the male inclosed at night in a water-lily. O, beautiful damsel, tell me the number of bees.

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• The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well and doing well whatever you do without thought of fame.

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• The world loves a spice of wickedness.

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• There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair!

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• There is nothing in this world so sweet as love, and next to love, the sweetest thing is hate.

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• There was a little girl Who had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead, When she was good She was very, very good, But when she was bad she was horrid.

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