Nothing useless is, or low; Each thing in its place is…

Nothing useless is, or low;
Each thing in its place is best;
And what seems but idle show
Strengthens and supports the rest.

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The Builders , st. 2 (1849)

Other Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes

O Bells of San Blas in vain
Ye call back the Past again;
The Past is deaf to your prayer!
Out of the shadows of night
The world rolls into light;
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I am more afraid of deserving criticism than of receiving it. I stand in awe of my own opinion. The secret demerits of which we alone, perhaps, are conscious, are often more difficult to bear than those which have been publicly censured in us, and thus in some degree atoned for. - View Quote Details on I am more afraid of deserving criticism than of receiving…
There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
She was very good indeed,
But when she was bad she was horrid. - View Quote Details on There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
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One half of the world must sweat and groan that the other half may dream. - View Quote Details on One half of the world must sweat and groan that…
For age is opportunity no less
Than youth itself, though in another dress,
And as the evening twilight fades away
The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day. - View Quote Details on For age is opportunity no less
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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. - View Quote Details on Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though…
His brow is wet with honest sweat,
He earns whate’er he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man. - View Quote Details on His brow is wet with honest sweat,
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I stood on the bridge at midnight,
As the clocks were striking the hour,
And the moon rose o’er the city,
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The scholar and the world! The endless strife,
The discord in the harmonies of life!
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,
And all the sweet serenity of books;
The market-place, the eager love of gain,
Whose aim is vanity, and whose end is pain! - View Quote Details on The scholar and the world! The endless strife,
The discord in…
Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time. - View Quote Details on Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose…