John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
(continued) Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. (18071882) 6534
Who neer his bread in sorrow ate, Who neer the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers. 1
Motto, Hyperion. Book i. 6535
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.
Hyperion. Book ii. 6536
I heard the trailing garments of the Night 2 Sweep through her marble halls.
Hymn to Night. 6537
Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals and forts.
The Arsenal at Springfield. 6538
All your strength is in your union All your danger is in discord; Therefore be at peace henceforward, And as brothers live together.
The Song of Hiawatha. Part i. 6539
Big words do not smite like war-clubs, Boastful breath is not a bow-string, Taunts are not so sharp as arrows, Deeds are better things than words are, Actions mightier than boastings.
The Song of Hiawatha. Part ix. 6540
As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, Though she draws him, yet she follows; Useless each without the other.
The Song of Hiawatha. Part. x.
Note 1. Wer nie sein Brod mit Thränen ass, Wer nicht die kummervollen Nächte Aul seinem Bette weinend sass, Der kennt euch nicht, ihr himmlischen Mächte. Goethe: Wilhelm Meister, book ii. chap. xiii. [ back]
Note 2. See Mrs. Sarah Whitman, page 613. [ back]