Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes about Progress

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We have not wings we cannot soar; but, we have feet to scale and climb, by slow degrees, by more and more, the cloudy summits of our time.

We have not wings we cannot soar; but, we have feet to scale and climb, by slow degrees, by more and more, the cloudy summits of our time.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Wings, Feet, Progress

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1867). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Complete Edition”, p.273

Perhaps the chief cause which has retarded the progress of poetry in America, is the want of that exclusive cultivation, which so noble a branch of literature would seem to require. Few here think of relying upon the exertion of poetic talent for a livelihood, and of making literature the profession of life. The bar or the pulpit claims the greater part of the scholar's existence, and poetry is made its pastime.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Thinking, America, Progress

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.794, Library of America

It is curious to note the old sea-margins of human thought! Each subsiding century reveals some new mystery; we build where monsters used to hide themselves.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sea, Progress, Monsters

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “Kavanagh (Annotated Edition)”, p.47, Jazzybee Verlag