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Stronger than steel is the sword of the Spirit;
Swifter than arrows, the light of the truth;
Greater than anger is love that subdueth.
Tales of a Wayside Inn (1863)
Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start.
The Belfry of Bruges and Other Poems (1845)
My designs and labors
And aspirations are my only friends.
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Travelling o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Voices of the Night (1839)
Singing the Hundredth Psalm, the grand old Puritan anthem.
The Courtship of Miles Standish (1858)
And as I read
I hear the crowing cock, I hear the note
Of lark and linnet, and from every page
Rise odors of ploughed field or flowery mead.
And fast through the midnight dark and drear,
Through the whistling sleet and snow,
Like a sheeted ghost the vessel swept
Toward the reef of Norman's Woe.
Ballads and Other Poems (1842)
Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee,
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,
Our faith triumphant o'er our fears,
Are all with thee,—are all with thee!
The Seaside and the Fireside (1850)
Is it, O man, with such discordant noises,
With such accursed instruments as these,
Thou drownest Nature's sweet and kindly voices,
And jarrest the celestial harmonies?
O what a glory doth this world put on
For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth
Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks
On duties well performed, and days well spent!
Autumn; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
The trees are white with dust, that o'er their sleep
Wave their broad curtains in the south-wind's breath,
While underneath such leafy tents they keep
The long, mysterious Exodus of Death.
Be still, sad heart, and cease repining,
Rehind the clouds the sun is shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all;
Into each life some rain must fall, —
Some days must be dark and dreary.
And the smith his iron measures hammered to the anvil's chime;
Thanking God, whose boundless wisdom makes the flowers of poesy bloom
In the forge's dust and cinders, in the tissues of the loom.
The Laws of Nature are just, but terrible. There is no weak mercy in them. Cause and consequence are inseparable and inevitable.
Table-Talk (1857)
Ah, to build, to build!
That is the noblest of all the arts.
Multitudinous echoes awoke and died in the distance.
* * * * * *
And, when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence.
Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie (1847)
Ah! vainest of all things
Is the gratitude of kings.
Where should the scholar live? In solitude, or in society? in the green stillness of the country, where he can hear the heart of Nature beat, or in the dark, gray town where he can hear and feel the throbbing heart of man?
Hyperion (1839)
At all feasts where ale was strongest
Sat the merry monarch longest,
First to come and last to go.
Tales of a Wayside Inn (1863)
We often excuse our own want of philanthropy by giving the name of fanaticism to the more ardent zeal of others.
Table-Talk (1857)