Quotes from The Golden Legend — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
1807–1882 United States
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Time has laid his hand
Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it,
But as a harper lays his open palm
Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.
The Golden Legend (1851)
Ah, the souls of those that die
Are but sunbeams lifted higher.
The Golden Legend (1851)
The grave itself is but a covered bridge,
Leading from light to light, through a brief darkness!
The Golden Legend (1851)
All nature, he holds, is a respiration
Of the Spirit of God, who, in breathing hereafter
Will inhale it into his bosom again,
So that nothing but God alone will remain.
The Golden Legend (1851)