Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions. | |
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | |
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On This Day In: | |
2019 | Not Personal |
2018 | Preference For Irrationality |
2017 | All At Once |
2016 | One Of My Vices |
2015 | The War Lord |
2014 | Orange October (II) – Giants Win NLDS Game 2 In 18 Innings (2 to 1)!! |
Acknowledging Doubt | |
2013 | Fulfilled Acceptance |
2012 | Error Is Tolerated Here (So Far) |
2011 | In Defense Of Pain |
Posts Tagged ‘Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’
#45: Or All-Consuming Greed
Posted in Philosophy, Politics, Quotes, tagged #45 - The Loser, Ambition, Greed, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Philosophy, Quotes, Success on October 5, 2020| Leave a Comment »
Knocking On Impeachment’s Door
Posted in Politics, Quotes, tagged #Impeach45, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Impeachment, Knocking, Perseverance, Politics, Quotes, Success on October 11, 2019| 4 Comments »
Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody. | |
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | |
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On This Day In: | |
2018 | Do You Remember? |
2017 | Choose Life |
My Response To President Trump’s Threat To NBC | |
2016 | We, Us, All |
2015 | No Less |
2014 | Life Advice (50) |
Orange October (IV) – Giants Win Game 1 Of NLCS! | |
2013 | Running To |
2012 | Suddenly |
2011 | Liberal Washington |
2010 | Giants Advance To NLCS!! |
Judgment
Posted in My Journal, Quotes, tagged Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, My Journal, Quotes on December 10, 2016| Leave a Comment »
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done. | |
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | |
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On This Day In: | |
2015 | I Love Bacon, Too |
2014 | The Wee Bit |
2013 | Reading Rules |
2012 | Cadet Prayer |
2011 | Easy To Tell |
2010 | A NEW Lion In The Senate (Channeling Mr. Smith) |
Inception Redux | |
A Quick Hit Of Stats | |
Patience Is A Virtue
Posted in My Journal, Philosophy, Poetry, Quotes, tagged Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, My Journal, On God, On Patience, Philosophy, Poems, Poetry, Quotes, Retribution, Virtues on March 12, 2016| Leave a Comment »
Retribution |
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Though the mills of God grind slowly, | |
Yet they grind exceeding small; | |
Though with patience he stands waiting, | |
With exactness grinds he all. | |
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | |
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On This Day In: | |
2015 | Slow Faith |
2014 | Not In Any Sense |
2013 | The Circus On TV |
2012 | To Be Stronger |
2011 | Are You Sure? |
Come, Read To Me Some Poem
Posted in My Journal, Poetry, Quotes, tagged Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, My Journal, Poems, Poetry, Quotes on March 6, 2016| 2 Comments »
The Day Is Done |
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The day is done, and the darkness | |
Falls from the wings of Night, | |
As a feather is wafted downward | |
From an eagle in his flight. | |
I see the lights of the village | |
Gleam through the rain and the mist, | |
And a feeling of sadness comes o’er me | |
That my soul cannot resist: | |
A feeling of sadness and longing, | |
That is not akin to pain, | |
And resembles sorrow only | |
As the mist resembles the rain. | |
Come, read to me some poem, | |
Some simple and heartfelt lay, | |
That shall soothe this restless feeling, | |
And banish the thoughts of day. | |
Not from the grand old masters, | |
Not from the bards sublime, | |
Whose distant footsteps echo | |
Through the corridors of Time. | |
For, like strains of martial music, | |
Their mighty thoughts suggest | |
Life’s endless toil and endeavor; | |
And to-night I long for rest. | |
Read from some humbler poet, | |
Whose songs gushed from his heart, | |
As showers from the clouds of summer, | |
Or tears from the eyelids start; | |
Who, through long days of labor, | |
And nights devoid of ease, | |
Still heard in his soul the music | |
Of wonderful melodies. | |
Such songs have power to quiet | |
The restless pulse of care, | |
And come like the benediction | |
That follows after prayer. | |
Then read from the treasured volume | |
The poem of thy choice, | |
And lend to the rhyme of the poet | |
The beauty of thy voice. | |
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. | |
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | |
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On This Day In: | |
2015 | Exceeding Service |
2014 | Still Learning |
Hospitality | |
2013 | Execution Not Intensity |
2012 | Charles Carroll Of Carrollton (The Only Catholic Founder) |
2011 | Life Works |
Pay Like Hell | |
Prosperity Finds Its Way Up | |
The Beauty Of Thy Voice
Posted in My Journal, Poetry, Quotes, tagged Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, My Journal, Poems, Poetry, Quotes, The Day Is Done on August 13, 2015| Leave a Comment »
The Day is Done |
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The day is done, and the darkness | |
Falls from the wings of Night, | |
As a feather is wafted downward | |
From an eagle in his flight. | |
I see the lights of the village | |
Gleam through the rain and the mist, | |
And a feeling of sadness comes o’er me | |
That my soul cannot resist: | |
A feeling of sadness and longing, | |
That is not akin to pain, | |
And resembles sorrow only | |
As the mist resembles the rain. | |
Come, read to me some poem, | |
Some simple and heartfelt lay, | |
That shall soothe this restless feeling, | |
And banish the thoughts of day. | |
Not from the grand old masters, | |
Not from the bards sublime, | |
Whose distant footsteps echo | |
Through the corridors of Time. | |
For, like strains of martial music, | |
Their mighty thoughts suggest | |
Life’s endless toil and endeavor; | |
And to-night I long for rest. | |
Read from some humbler poet, | |
Whose songs gushed from his heart, | |
As showers from the clouds of summer, | |
Or tears from the eyelids start; | |
Who, through long days of labor, | |
And nights devoid of ease, | |
Still heard in his soul the music | |
Of wonderful melodies. | |
Such songs have power to quiet | |
The restless pulse of care, | |
And come like the benediction | |
That follows after prayer. | |
Then read from the treasured volume | |
The poem of thy choice, | |
And lend to the rhyme of the poet | |
The beauty of thy voice. | |
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. | |
— By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | |
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On This Day In: | |
2014 | Faith In Men |
2013 | An Average Verge |
2012 | Dew Drop Secrets |
2011 | Champion Freedom |
Either / Or
Posted in My Journal, Philosophy, Quotes, tagged Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, My Journal, Philosophy, Quotes on May 26, 2015| Leave a Comment »
In this world, a man must either be an anvil or a hammer. | |
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | |
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On This Day In: | |
2014 | Memorial Day – 2014 |
Perfection | |
2013 | Memorial Day Video |
Equal = Equal | |
2012 | Congrats, Nephew!! |
Doggie Vision Networks | |
The Flash: Omnibus | |
JLI: vol 1 | |
Flash: Rebirth | |
Burning Images | |
What Do You Believe? | |
2011 | Are We Still At War With The Poor? |
Footprints
Posted in My Journal, Philosophy, Poetry, Quotes, tagged A Psalm of Life, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Leadership, My Journal, Philosophy, Poems, Poetry, Quotes on January 7, 2013| Leave a Comment »
Lives of great men all remind us | |
We can make our lives sublime, | |
And, departing, leave behind us | |
Footprints on the sand of time; | |
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | |
From his poem: “A Psalm of Life“ | |
[You can find the entire poem on my Poems page. — KMAB] | |
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