213 ordspråk av Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Music is the universal language of mankind
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Nature is a revelation of God; Art is a revelation of man
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Next to being a great poet, is the power of understanding one
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No literature is complete until the language it was written in is dead.
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No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate But some heart, though unknown, Responds unto his own
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Noble souls, through dust and heat, rise from disaster and defeat the stronger.
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Not enjoyment, and not sorrow is our destined way, but to act that each tomorrow may find us further than today.
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Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
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Ode to Catawba Wine
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Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
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Oh, fear not in a world like this, and thou shalt know erelong, know how sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong.
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One half the world must sweat and groan that the other half may dream.
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Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
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Our ingress into the world / Was naked and bare; / Our progress through the world / Is trouble and care.
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People demand freedom only when they have no power.
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