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In the mid-nineteenth century, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow became the first American to translate Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy in its entirety — a distinction that set him apart among writers of his generation and reflected the breadth of languages in which he worked.

Born on 27 February 1807 in Portland, Longfellow was educated at Bowdoin College before taking up work as a professor and educator. Over the course of his career he worked across multiple languages — English, Spanish, Italian, French, German, and Portuguese among them — which placed him in the role of translator as well as original writer. He was identified with the fireside poets, a grouping of writers from New England whose work circulated in the nineteenth century.

As a poet, Longfellow wrote Evangeline, The Song of Hiawatha, and "Paul Revere's Ride." His output extended beyond verse as well: the facts of his career identify him as a novelist and writer in addition to a poet, and his work as a translator drew on the range of languages he commanded. All of this was produced in the context of a life that began in Portland and ended in Cambridge, where he died on 24 March 1882.

Recognition came from outside the United States as well as within it. Longfellow received the Pour le Mérite for Sciences and Arts, an order conferred on figures in cultural and intellectual life. That he worked fluently across Spanish, Italian, French, German, and Portuguese — in addition to English — shaped both his translation practice and his standing as a writer. The translation of the Divine Comedy, the first complete rendering of that work by an American, remains the most precisely verifiable measure of the scope he brought to his career as a poet, educator, and translator.

Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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There is no light in earth or heaven / But the cold light of stars; / And the first watch of night is given / To the red planet Mars.
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There is no light in earth or heaven / But the cold light of stars; / And the first watch of night is given / To the red planet Mars.
So Nature deals with us, and takes away / Our playthings one by one, and by the hand / Leads us to rest so gently, that we go.
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So Nature deals with us, and takes away / Our playthings one by one, and by the hand / Leads us to rest so gently, that we go.
Our hearts are lamps forever burning..
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Our hearts are lamps forever burning..
My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea.
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My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea.
The rocky ledge runs far into the sea, / And on its outer point, some miles away, / The Lighthouse lifts its massive masonry, / A pillar of fire by night, of cloud by day.
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The rocky ledge runs far into the sea, / And on its outer point, some miles away, / The Lighthouse lifts its massive masonry, / A pillar of fire by night, of cloud by day.
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not and oftentimes we call a man cold when he is only sad.
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Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not and oftentimes we call a man cold when he is only sad.
Tis always morning somewhere, and above. The awakening continents, from shore to shore, Somewhere the birds are singing evermore.
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Tis always morning somewhere, and above. The awakening continents, from shore to shore, Somewhere the birds are singing evermore.
Softly the evening came with the sunset.
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Softly the evening came with the sunset.
This memorial had not the effect of procuring them redress, and they were left to undergo their punishment in exile, and to mingle with the population among whom they were distributed, with the hope that in time their language, predictions, and even the recollection of their origin, would be lost amidst the mass of English people with whom they were incorporated.
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This memorial had not the effect of procuring them redress, and they were left to undergo their punishment in exile, and to mingle with the population among whom they were distributed, with the hope that in time their language, predictions, and even the recollection of their origin, would be lost amidst the mass of English people with whom they were incorporated.
Trouble is the next best thing to enjoyment. There is no fate in the world so horrible as to have no share in either its joys or sorrows.
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Trouble is the next best thing to enjoyment. There is no fate in the world so horrible as to have no share in either its joys or sorrows.
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