The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowMots clés henry-wadsworth-longfellow
Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowSweet as the tender fragrance that survives,
When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives,
Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain,
But never will be sung to us again,
Is they remembrance. Now the hour of rest
Hath come to thee. Sleep, darling: it is best.
...Tis the center to which all gravitates. One finds no rest elswhere than here. There may be other cities that please us for a while, but Rome alone completely satisfies. It becomes to all a second native land by predilection, and not by accident of birth alone.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowWhen thou are not pleased, beloved,
Then my heart is sad and darkened,
As the shining river darkens
When the clouds drop shadows on it!
When thou smilest, my beloved,
Then my troubled heart is brightened,
As in sunshine gleam the ripples
That the cold wind makes in rivers.
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Mots clés poetry
Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowMots clés inspirational
Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest;
Home-keeping hearts are happiest.
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.
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The story, from beginning to end, I found again in a heart of a friend.
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