213 ordspråk av Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution
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Trouble is the next best thing to enjoyment; there is no fate in the world so horrible as to have no share in either its joys or sorrows
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Trust no future, however pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act, act in the living present! Heart within and God overhead.
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Under the spreading chestnut tree / The village smithy stands; / The smith, a mighty man is he, / With large and sinewy hands; / And the muscles of his brawny arms / Are strong as iron bands.
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We have not wings we cannot soar; but, we have feet to scale and climb, by slow degrees, by more and more, the cloudy summits of our time.
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We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
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We often excuse our own want of philanthropy by giving the name of fanaticism to the more ardent zeal of others
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When a great man dies, for years the light he leaves behind him, lies on the paths of men.
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When one is truly in love, one not only says it, but shows it.
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When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
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Whenever nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.
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Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man's enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.
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Wreck Of The Hesperus
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Write on your doors the saying wise and old. ''Be bold!'' and everywhere - ''Be bold; Be not too bold!'' Yet better the excess Than the defect; better the more than less sustaineth him and the steadiness of his mind beareth him out.
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Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest!
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