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The sea hath its pearls
The heaven hath its stars
But my heart, my heart
Has its love. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The heaven hath its stars
But my heart, my heart
Has its love. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
If I am not worth the wooing, I am surely not worth the winning.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Something the heart must have to cherish, Must love and joy and sorrow learn; Something with passion clasp, or perish And in itself to ashes burn.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A boy's will is the wind's will, and the thought's of youth are long, long thoughhts
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sang in tones of deep emotion Songs of love and songs of longing.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
People of a lively imagination are generally curious, and always so when a little in love.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There's nothing in this world so sweet as love. And next to love the sweetest thing is hate.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
What else remains for me? Youth, hope and love; To build a new life on a ruined life.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Love gives itself; it is not bought.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
How in the turmoil of life can love stand,
Where there is not one heart, and one mouth and one hand. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Where there is not one heart, and one mouth and one hand. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Youth, hope, and love: To build a new life on a ruined life, To make the future fairer than the past, And make the past appear a troubled dream.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I love an author the more for having been himself a lover of books.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
If we love one another, nothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mischances may happen.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is true, that it is not at all necessary to love many books, in order to love them much.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,
And all the sweet serenity of books — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
And all the sweet serenity of books — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Love is sunshine, hate is shadow,
Life is checkered shade and sunshine. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Life is checkered shade and sunshine. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Unasked, Unsought, Love gives itself but is not bought
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O Music! language of the soul, Of love, of God to man; Bright beam from heaven thrilling, That lightens sorrow's weight.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I love thee, as the good love heaven.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When one is truly in love, one not only says it, but shows it.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Love is a bodily shape; and Christian works are no more than animate faith and love, as flowers are the animate springtide.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I love the season well When forest glades are teeming with bright forms, Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell The coming of storms.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
As the heart is, so is love to the heart. It partakes of its strength or weakness, its health or disease.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Straight between them ran the pathway,
Never grew the grass upon it — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Never grew the grass upon it — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Our faith triumphant o'er our fears.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The world loves a spice of wickedness.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow