|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. (18071882) (continued)|
| 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.|
| 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.|
| I heard the trailing garments of the Night 2 |
Sweep through her marble halls.
| Hymn to Night.|
| 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.|
| 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.|
| 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.|
| 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.|
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]
See Mrs. Sarah Whitman, page 613. [back]