Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes About Songs

Quotes about: Songs

• And in despair I bowed my head; "There is no peace on earth," I said; "For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!" Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: "God is not dead, nor doth he sleep! The Wrong shall fail, the Right prevail, With peace on earth, good-will to men!

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Christmas, Song, Strong

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.476, Library of America

• I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.

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  Friendship, Song, Strong

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Everyman's Poetry”, p.55, Hachette UK

• God sent his Singers upon earth
  With songs of sadness and of mirth,
  That they might touch the hearts of men,
  And bring them back to heaven again.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Song, Heart, Sadness

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.138

• 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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  Life, Song, Fate

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1872). “The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Author's complete ed”, p.108

• Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start.

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  Summer, Song, Heart

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1848). “Poems”, p.108

• Chill air and wintry winds! My ear has grown familiar with your song; I hear it in the opening year, I listen, and it cheers me long.

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  Song, Cheer, Winter

  William Cullen Bryant, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Grenville Mellen, United States. Literary Gazette (1826). “Miscellaneous poems selected from the United States Literary Gazette”, p.113

• Sweet 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.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Song, Sweet, Pain

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.994, Delphi Classics

• Peace! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.

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  Beautiful, Song, Peace

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1848). “Poems”, p.100

• O flower-de-luce, bloom on, and let the river Linger to kiss thy feet! O flower of song, bloom on, and make forever The world more fair and sweet.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Song, Sweet, Flower

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1873). “Flower-de-luce and Three Books of Song...”, p.10

• For hate is strong,
  And mocks the song
  Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Song, Strong, Hate

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.334

• This song of mine
  Is a song of the vine
  To be sung by the glowing embers
  Of wayside inns,
  When the rain begins
  To darken the drear Novembers. and
  For the richest and best
  Is the wind of the West
  That grows by the Beautiful River;
  Whose sweet perfume
  Fills all the room
  With a bension on the giver. and
  When you ask one friend to dine,
  Give hime your best wine!
  When you ask two,
  The second best will do.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Beautiful, Song, Sweet

• I have a passion for ballad. . . . They are the gypsy children of song, born under green hedgerows in the leafy lanes and bypaths of literature,--in the genial Summertime.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Song, Children, Passion

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1861). “Hyperion, a romance. Kavanagh, a tale”, p.79

• Sang in tones of deep emotion Songs of love and songs of longing.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Song, Singing, Deep Emotions

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.308

• History casts its shadow far into the land of song.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Song, Land, History

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1845). “The Poets and Poetry of Europe: With Introductions and Biographical Notices”, p.624

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