Frases de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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“Todos são arquitetos do destino, vivendo nestas paredes de tempo, então não se lamente pelo passado. Ele não voltará de novo.”

“Neste mundo não há nada mais doce que o amor.”

“Nós julgamo-nos pelo que nos propomos a fazer, os outros julgam-nos por aquilo que fazemos.”

“Metade do mundo tem de suar e gemer, para que a outra possa sonhar.”

“O hoje e o ontem são as pedras com que construímos.”

“Em cada vida alguma chuva deve cair, e alguns dias devem ser escuros e sombrios.”

“As vidas dos grandes homens nos lembram que podemos fazer nossa vida sublime, e deixando atrás de nós, pegadas nas areias do tempo.”

“Faz-me bem apanhar vez ou outra a chuva da vida.”

“Se pudéssemos ler a história secreta dos nossos inimigos, encontraríamos mágoa e sofrimento suficiente nas suas vidas para desarmar toda a hostilidade.”

“Nada no mundo é mais doce que o amor,
e depois dele é o ódio a coisa mais doce.”

“O ciúme tem as suas raízes, mais no egoísmo do que no amor.”

“No caráter, na conduta, no estilo, em todas as coisas, a simplicidade é a suprema virtude.”

“O nosso destino não é gozar, nem sofrer, mas sim atuar, a fim de que cada manhã nos venha encontrar mais adiante.”

“O bom humor é um dos melhores artigos de vestuário que se deve usar em sociedade.--Julgamos a nós mesmos pelo que nos sentimos capazes de fazer, enquanto os outros nos julgam pelo que já fizemos”

“Vamos, então levantar e agir com entusiasmo para qualquer resultado; ainda realizando, ainda perseguindo, aprender a labutar e a esperar.”

“Em carácter, em comportamento e em todas as coisas, a suprema excelência está na simplicidade.”

“Pó és e pó voltarás a ser não foram palavras ditas à alma.”

“A maior parte das pessoas seriam bem sucedidas em coisas pequenas se não estivessem tão preocupadas com grandes ambições.”

“Nem sempre juntas andam cortesia e inteligência.”

“O que de melhor existe nos grandes poetas de todos os países não é o nacionalismo e sim o universalismo.”

“Muitos triunfariam em coisas modestas, se não estivessem obcecados por grandes ilusões.”

“Se quer acertar no alvo, tem de apontar um pouco acima; toda a seta em voo sente a atracção da Terra.”

“As pessoas apenas exigem liberdade quando não têm nenhum poder.”

“A melhor coisa a fazer quando chove é deixar chover.”

“A força da crítica está na fraqueza da coisa criticada.”

“The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.”

“A Lady with a Lamp shall stand
In the great history of the land,
A noble type of good,
Heroic womanhood.”

“He that respects himself is safe from others; he wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.”

“Authors have a greater right than any copyright, though it is generally unacknowledged or disregarded. They have a right to the reader's civility. There are favorable hours for reading a book, as for writing it, and to these the author has a claim. Yet many people think that when they buy a book they buy with it the right to abuse the author.”

“Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night's repose.”

“His form was ponderous, and his step was slow;
There never was so wise a man before;
He seemed the incarnate "Well, I told you so!"”

“Ye are better than all the ballads
That ever were sung or said;
For ye are living poems,
And all the rest are dead.”

“I know a maiden fair to see,
Take care!
She can both false and friendly be,
Beware! Beware!
Trust her not,
She is fooling thee.”

“The hooded clouds, like friars,
Tell their beads in drops of rain.”

“Chorus of the Eumenides: …
Never by lapse of time
The soul defaced by crime
Into its former self returns again;
For every guilty deed
Holds in itself the seed
Of retribution and undying pain.

Never shall be the loss
Restored, till Helios
Hath purified them with his heavenly fires;
Then what was lost is won,
And the new life begun,
Kindled with nobler passions and desires.”

“It was the schooner Hesperus,
That sailed the wintry sea;
And the skipper had taken his little daughter,
To bear him company.”

“Alas! it is not till time, with reckless hand, has torn out half the leaves from the Book of Human Life to light the fires of passion with from day to day, that man begins to see that the leaves which remain are few in number.”

“For Time will teach thee soon the truth,
There are no birds in last year's nest!”

“Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.”

“By the shore of Gitche Gumee,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
At the doorway of his wigwam,
In the pleasant Summer morning,
Hiawatha stood and waited.”

“A town that boasts inhabitants like me
Can have no lack of good society.”

“The star of the unconquered will.”

“O father! I see a gleaming light.
Oh say, what may it be?”

“Ah! this beautiful world!”

“Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
"Life is but an empty dream!"”

“The warriors that fought for their country, and bled,
Have sunk to their rest; the damp earth is their bed;
No stone tells the place where their ashes repose,
Nor points out the spot from the graves of their foes.

They died in their glory, surrounded by fame,
And Victory's loud trump their death did proclaim;
They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast,
And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest.”