Frases de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Fecha de nacimiento: 27. Febrero 1807
Fecha de muerte: 24. Marzo 1882
Otros nombres: Longfello Genri Uodsuort, Генри Уодсворт Лонгфелло
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow fue un poeta estadounidense que escribió trabajos que aún hoy siguen gozando de fama popular, entre los que están The Song of Hiawatha, Paul Revere's Ride y Évangéline. También escribió la primera traducción estadounidense de la Divina Comedia de Dante Alighieri y fue uno de los cinco miembros del grupo conocido como los Fireside Poets . Nació en Maine, vivió la mayor parte de su vida en Cambridge, Massachusetts, en una casa ocupada durante la Revolución Americana por el general George Washington y sus mandos.
Frases Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
„El ocaso de una gran esperanza es como el ocaso del sol: con ella se extingue el esplendor de nuestra vida.“
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
http://www.proverbia.net/citasautor.asp?autor=599
„La mayoría de la gente tendría éxito en las pequeñas cosas si no estuviera tan preocupada por grandes ambiciones.“
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Otra versión: "Mucha gente triunfaría en menudas cosas si no estuvieran perturbados con grandes ambiciones."
„Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.“
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Context: "Ah! this beautiful world!" said Flemming, with a smile. "Indeed, I know not what to think of it. Sometimes it is all gladness and sunshine, and Heaven itself lies not far off. And then it changes suddenly; and is dark and sorrowful, and clouds shut out the sky. In the lives of the saddest of us, there are bright days like this, when we feel as if we could take the great world in our arms and kiss it. Then come the gloomy hours, when the fire will neither burn on our hearths nor in our hearts; and all without and within is dismal, cold, and dark. Believe me, every heart has its secret sorrows, which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad."
Hyperion http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/5436, Bk. III, Ch. IV (1839).
„Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.“
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie
Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie (1847), Part I, section 3.
„My soul is full of longing
For the secret of the Sea,
And the heart of the great ocean
Sends a thrilling pulse through me.“
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Secret of the Sea, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
„If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.“
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Table-Talk (1857)
„Turn, turn, my wheel! All things must change
To something new, to something strange“
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Context: Turn, turn, my wheel! All things must change
To something new, to something strange;
Nothing that is can pause or stay;
The moon will wax, the moon will wane,
The mist and cloud will turn to rain,
The rain to mist and cloud again,
To-morrow be to-day.
Kéramos http://www.worldwideschool.org/library/books/lit/poetry/TheCompletePoeticalWorksofHenryWadsworthLongfellow/chap22.html, st. 3 (1878).
„Ah, how wonderful is the advent of spring!“
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Kavanagh: A Tale (1849), Context: Ah, how wonderful is the advent of spring! — the great annual miracle of the blossoming of Aaron's rod, repeated on myriads and myriads of branches! — the gentle progression and growth of herbs, flowers, trees, — gentle and yet irrepressible, — which no force can stay, no violence restrain, like love, that wins its way and cannot be withstood by any human power, because itself is divine power. If spring came but once in a century, instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake, and not in silence, what wonder and expectation there would be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change! But now the silent succession suggests nothing but necessity. To most men only the cessation of the miracle would be miraculous and the perpetual exercise of God's power seems less wonderful than its withdrawal would be.
Chapter 13.
