Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ( 10 of 238 )
The shades of night were falling fast,
As through an Alpine village passed
A youth, who bore, read more
The shades of night were falling fast,
As through an Alpine village passed
A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice
A banner with the strange device,
Excelsior!
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was read more
Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.
He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.
He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.
Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth read more
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.
Trust no future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead past bury its dead!
Act,--act in the living Present!
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Trust no future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead past bury its dead!
Act,--act in the living Present!
Heart within and God o'erhead.
Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues.
Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues.
One half the world must sweat and groan that the other half may dream.
One half the world must sweat and groan that the other half may dream.
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....
In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but
the silence of our friends.
In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but
the silence of our friends.
