What did Henry Wadsworth Longfellow mean by: And the bright faces of my young companions Are wrinkled like my own, or are no more. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA Copy
+ The great tragedy of the average man is that he goes to his grave with his music still in him. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Average, Regret, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ I see, but cannot reach, the height That lies forever in the light. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Ambitious, Light, Lying, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ Ne speaketh not; and yet there lies a conversation in his eyes. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Eye, Loyalty, Lying, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Crime, Faces, Retribution, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ And in the wreck of noble lives Something immortal still survives. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Immortality, Noble, Wrecks, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Assumption, Dark, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ And when she was good she was very very good. But when she was bad she was horrid. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Good, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ And when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Echoes, Pain, Silence, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
The joy of youth is to disobey; but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
We hope to grow old and we dread old age; that is to say, we love life and we flee from death. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
When we are young we lay up for old age; when we are old we save for death. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
The fear of old age disturbs us, yet we are not certain of becoming old. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Every artist, as child of his age, is impelled to express the spirit of his age. - Wassily Kandinsky Painter · Russia
There was a time when the young of many clans joined together to make new clans. - Jean M. Auel Author
What makes old age so sad is, not that our joys, but that our hopes then cease. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
