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Dein Schicksal teilt das Los von allen; in jedem Leben muß ein bißchen Regen fallen.
Informationen über Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Schriftsteller, Übersetzer, Dramatiker, "The golden legend", "A Selection of Poems", "The divine Tragedy", Professor für Literatur an der Harvard-University (USA, 1807 - 1882).
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow · Geburtsdatum · Sterbedatum
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wäre heute 217 Jahre, 6 Monate, 25 Tage oder 79.465 Tage alt.
Geboren am 27.02.1807 in Portland/Maine
Gestorben am 24.03.1882 in Cambridge
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A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out from a steed flying fearlessand fleet: That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night.
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A Lady with a Lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood.
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A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.
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A thought often makes us hotter than a fire.
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A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
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A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found.
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A word that has been said may be unsaid - it is but air. But when a deed is done, it cannot be undone, nor can our thoughts reach out to all the mischiefs that may follow.
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Ah, the souls of those that die Are but sunbeams lifted higher.
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All things must change to something new, to something strange.
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And in the wreck of noble lives Something immortal still survives.
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And the night shall be filled with music, / And the cares that infest the day / Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, / And as silently steal away.
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Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
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As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn, so changes of studies a dull brain.
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Believe me, every man has his secret sorrows, which the world knows not; and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad.
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Beneath me flows the Rhine, and, like the stream of Time, it flows amid the ruins of the Past.
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Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour.
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But noble souls, through dust and heat, Rise from disaster and defeat The stronger.
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But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he.
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By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood the wigwam of Nokomis, Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis. Dark behind it rose the forest, Rose the black and gloomy pine-trees, Rose the firs with cones upon them; Bright before it beat the water, Beat the clear and sunny water, Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water.
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Consult the dead upon things that were, but the living only on things that are.