Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes About Past

Quotes about: Past

• Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Inspirational, Life, Wisdom

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.2016, Delphi Classics

• Nor deem the irrevocable Past
  As wholly wasted, wholly vain,
  If, rising on its wrecks, at last
  To something nobler we attain.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Past, Rising, Wrecks

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.326, Library of America

• This is the place. Stand still, my steed,- Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy past The forms that once have been.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Past, Scene, Form

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.31, Library of America

• Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Past, Looks, One Tree Hill Love

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.2016, Delphi Classics

• Trust no future, however pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act -- act in the living Present! Heart within and God overhead.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  God, Time, Future

  "A Psalm of Life" st. 6 (1838)

• The course of my long life hath reached at last in fragile bark over a tempestuous sea the common harbor, where must rendered be account for all the actions of the past.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Death, Past, Sea

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.1688, Jazzybee Verlag

• Let the dead Past bury its dead!

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  New Year, Regret, Moving

  "A Psalm of Life" st. 6 (1838)

• The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Hope, Wall, Fall

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Everyman's Poetry”, p.46, Hachette UK

• The history of the past is a mere puppet-show. A little man comes out and blows a little trumpet, and goes in again. You look for something new, and lo! another little man comes out, and blows another little trumpet, and goes in again. And it is all over.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Men, Blow, Past

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1886). “The Prose Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Outre Mer and Driftwood”

• Youth, hope, and love: To build a new life on a ruined life, To make the future fairer than the past, And make the past appear a troubled dream.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Dream, Past, And Love

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.895, Delphi Classics

• Every author has the whole past to contend with; all the centuries are upon him. He is compared with Homer, Dante, Shakespeare, Milton.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Writing, Past, Milton

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1888). “Longfellow's Days: The Longfellow Prose Birthday Book : Extracts from the Journals and Letters of H. W. Longfellow”

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