A Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
American - Poet
February 27, 1807 - March 24, 1882

Who never ate his bread in sorrow, Who never spent the darksome hours Weeping, and watching for the morrow,- He knows you not, ye heavenly Powers.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Tis strange the miser should his cares employTo gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy;Is it less strange the prodigal should wasteHis wealth to purchase what he ne'er can taste?

Alexander Pope

Such night in England ne'er had been, nor ne'er again shall be.

Thomas Babington Macaulay

Alas! the praise given to the ear Ne'er was nor ne'er can be sincere.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

I ne'er could any lustre see In eyes that would not look on me; I ne'er saw nectar on a lip But where my own did hope to sip.

Richard Brinsley Sheridan

Wouldst thou wisely, and with pleasure, Pass the days of life's short measure, From the slow one counsel take, But a tool of him ne'er make; Ne'er as friend the swift one know, Nor the constant one as foe.

Friedrich Schiller

Ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace.

Edward Young

So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep. But they are creul tears. This sorrow's heavenly; it strikes where it doth love.

William Shakespeare

But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.

Lord Byron

He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer The worst that man can breathe, and make his wrongs His outsides, to wear them like his raiment, carelessly, And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart, To bring it into danger.

William Shakespeare

I'll ne'er distrust my God for cloth and bread while lilies flourish and the raven 's fed.

Francis Quarles

No more shall ye behold such sights of woe, deeds I have suffered and myself have wrought; henceforward quenched in darkness shall ye see those ye should ne'er have seen; now blind to those whom, when I saw, I vainly yearned to know.

Sophocles

Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide,Or gave his father grief but when he died.

Alexander Pope

Fro and to in my dreams to you To the haunting tune of the harp For the price I paid when you died that day I paid that day with my heart Fro and to in my dreams to you With the breaking of my heart Ne'er more again will I sing this song Ne'er more will I hear the harp.