{"author":"Henry Wadsworth Longfellow","author_id":"Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow","total_quotes":210,"quotes":[{"text":"Awake! Arise! The hour is late! Angels are knocking at thy door!They are in haste and cannot wait, And once departed come no more.Awake! Arise! The athlete's arm Loses its strength by too much rest;The fallow land, the untilled farm Produces only weeds at best.","author":"Henry Wadsworth Longfellow","tags":["agriculture","athlete","athletes","carpe-diem","fallow","farm","farming","haste","inspirational","motivational","opportunity","opportunity-knocks","seize-the-day","weeds"],"id":5761,"author_id":"Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow"},{"text":"A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain  and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.","author":"Henry Wadsworth Longfellow","tags":["sad"],"id":12318,"author_id":"Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow"},{"text":"Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.","author":"Henry Wadsworth Longfellow","tags":["god","justice","patience","retribution"],"id":13719,"author_id":"Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow"},{"text":"There was a little girl  And she had a little curl  Right in the middle of her forehead  When she was good she was very  very good  When she was bad she was horrid.","author":"Henry Wadsworth Longfellow","tags":["childhood"],"id":15093,"author_id":"Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow"},{"text":"Think not because no man sees  such things will remain unseen.","author":"Henry Wadsworth Longfellow","tags":["time"],"id":17325,"author_id":"Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow"},{"text":"I have you fast in my fortress,And will not let you depart,But put you down into the dungeonIn the round-tower of my heart.And there will I keep you forever,Yes, forever and a day,Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,And moulder in dust away.","author":"Henry Wadsworth Longfellow","tags":["forever","heart","love","poetry"],"id":17490,"author_id":"Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow"},{"text":"A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain  and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.","author":"Henry Wadsworth Longfellow","tags":["meetings","partings"],"id":19853,"author_id":"Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow"},{"text":"How sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong.","author":"Henry Wadsworth Longfellow","tags":["adversity"],"id":25655,"author_id":"Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow"},{"text":"The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight  But they  while their companions slept Were toiling upward in the night.","author":"Henry Wadsworth Longfellow","tags":["success"],"id":28170,"author_id":"Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow"},{"text":"Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral marches to the grave.","author":"Henry Wadsworth Longfellow","tags":["death","poetry","time"],"id":29454,"author_id":"Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":210,"pages":21,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}