What did Henry Wadsworth Longfellow mean by: Is this is a dream? O, if it be a dream, Let me sleep on, and do not wake me yet! - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA Copy
+ 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
+ All your strength is in union, all your danger is in discord. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Danger, Teamwork, Unions, 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
+ It is the heart and not the brain, That to the highest doth attain. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Brain, Heart, 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
+ Authors must not, like Chinese soldiers, expect to win victories by turning somersets in the air. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Air, Soldier, Winning, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Golden, House, Intelligence, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Confused, Love, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
Art must touch our lives, our fears and cares – evoke our dreams and give hope to the darkness. - Frederick Hart
At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Sleeping is no mean art: for its sake one must stay awake all day. Explain - Friedrich Nietzsche Philosopher · Germany
Life is a kind of sleep: old men sleep longest, nor begin to wake but when they are to die. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness. - Jean Genet Playwright · France
But sure there is need of other remedies than dreaming, a weak contention of art against nature. - Michel de Montaigne Philosopher · France
