O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowRead
In the elder days of art Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part, For the Gods are everywhere
Interpretation
This quote emphasizes the dedication and meticulousness of artists in their craft, suggesting a connection to the divine.
Longfellow's quote reflects on the profound care and attention to detail that builders and artists employed in ancient times. It highlights the belief that their work, crafted with love and precision, was not only to serve humanity but also to honor the divine, implying that the spirit of the gods is present in every aspect of their creation.
In practice
In a speech at an art gallery opening, one might say, 'As Longfellow said, our builders wrought with greatest care, reminding us that art connects us to something greater.'
O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!
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Guitar was just a hobby, but it seemed to me that the instrument had possibilities, not least of which was that there was no one else playing it. I could be, as it were, the best boy in an all-girls school.
I'm just going to make the music I love to make, and I'm going to mature with my music.
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