What did Henry Wadsworth Longfellow mean by: Whatever poet, orator, or sage may say of it, old age is still old age. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA Copy
+ The story, from beginning to end, I found again in a heart of a friend. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Friendship, Heart, Stories, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ Some must follow and some command, through all are made oclay. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Command, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ No literature is complete until the language it was written in is dead. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Language, Literature, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ Let us, then, be what we are; speak what we think; and in all things keep ourselves loyal to truth. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Loyal, Principles, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ With useless endeavour Forever, forever, Is Sisyphus rolling His stone up the mountain! Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Mountain, Useless, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ Many readers judge of the power of a book by the shock it gives their feelings. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Book, Reading, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ And the bright faces of my young companions Are wrinkled like my own, or are no more. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Age, Faces, Youth, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ Is this is a dream? O, if it be a dream, Let me sleep on, and do not wake me yet! Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Dream, Sleep, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work. - 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
Children have neither past nor future;they enjoy the present, which very few of us do. - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Those who make the worst use of their time are the first to complain of its shortness. 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
Days, months, years fly away, and irrecoverably sink in the abyss of time. 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 hour in itself, as it respects us in particular, is the only one we can call our own. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France