What did Henry Wadsworth Longfellow mean by: But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA Copy
+ At first laying down, as a fact fundamental, That nothing with God can be accidental. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Fundamentals, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ When one is truly in love, one not only says it, but shows it. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Love, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hope, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ However things may seem, no evil thing is success and no good thing is failure. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evil, Failure, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ O beautiful, awful summer day, what hast thou given, what taken away? Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Beautiful, Summer, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ Very hot and still the air was, Very smooth the gliding river, Motionless the sleeping shadows. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Rivers, Sleep, Summer, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Art, Luck, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ From dust thou art to dust returneth, was not spoken of the soul. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Art, Death, Dust, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
Blot out the moon, Pull down the stars. Love in the dark, for we’re for the dark So soon, so soon. - Jean Rhys Writer · Dominica
The universe remains dark. We are animals struck by catastrophe. Explain - Jean-Paul Sartre Philosopher · France
Love is the same as being lost,’ says Jacques to the dark. ‘Except you don’t care that you’re lost. - Jedediah Berry Author
Maybe I’ve moved to the dark side, but it’s clean and nice and we never run out of toilet paper. - Jen Lancaster Author · USA
The two men stared at each other. Assumptions were made, judgments rendered, dicks measured. - Jennifer Estep Author