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
+ Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Childhood, Color, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning! Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Inspirational Love, Winning, Witty, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men! Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hate, Strong, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ The happy should not insist too much upon their happiness in the presence of the unhappy. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Happiness, Unhappy, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Heart, Literature, Reality, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Heart, Memories, Mind, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ The sunshine fails, the shadows grow more dreary, And I am near to fall, infirm and weary. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Shadow, Sunshine, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ Every man is in some sort a failure to himself. No one ever reaches the heights to which he aspires. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024February 8, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Aspire, Failure, 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
