Somewhat back from the village street Stands the old fashioned country-seat. Across its antique portico Tall poplars their shadows throw; And from its ancient station in the hall An ancient timepiece says to all, – Forever – never! Never – forever!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes
You would attain to the divine perfection, And yet not turn your back upon the world.
Let us be patient! These severe afflictions, Not from the ground arise; But oftentimes celestial benedictions, Assume this dark disguise.
Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
Age is opportunity no less, Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away, The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
To be seventy years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-crowned summit, and see behind you the deep valley stretching miles and miles away, and before you other summits higher and whiter, which you may have strength to climb, or may not. Then you sit down and meditate and wonder which it […]
Whatever poet, orator or sage may say of it, old age is still old age.
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.
The Laws of Nature are just, but terrible. There is no weak mercy in them. Cause and consequence are inseparable and inevitable. The elements have no forbearance. The fire burns, the water drowns, the air consumes, the earth buries. And perhaps it would be well for our race if the punishment of crimes against the […]
The birds, God’s poor who cannot wait.
