"Ambition is so powerful a passion in the human breast, that however high we reach we are never satisfied"
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Ambition, in Longfellow's telling, is less a virtue than a lodged splinter: once it’s under the skin, you can’t stop noticing it. The line turns the Victorian-era faith in self-improvement on its head by treating striving as a “passion” that doesn’t ennoble so much as agitate. “In the human breast” is doing quiet work here. It’s intimate, bodily, almost medical, suggesting ambition isn’t a cool, rational plan but a warm, restless appetite that lives close to the heart.
The sentence moves with the logic of a treadmill. “However high we reach” sounds triumphant until the trap door opens: “we are never satisfied.” Longfellow isn’t attacking achievement; he’s diagnosing the psychology of it. Satisfaction isn’t withheld by the world, but by the mechanism of desire itself. The subtext is cautionary: if ambition defines your inner life, the summit becomes just another ledge, and every win rewrites the baseline of what counts as enough.
Context matters: Longfellow wrote in an America that was industrializing, moralizing, and rapidly mythologizing “success.” As a poet often associated with uplift, he’s unexpectedly clear-eyed here, admitting that progress narratives can smuggle in permanent discontent. The sting of the line is its universality without sentimentality: it recognizes a modern condition before we had modern language for it, the way achievement can expand the ego and starve it at the same time.
The sentence moves with the logic of a treadmill. “However high we reach” sounds triumphant until the trap door opens: “we are never satisfied.” Longfellow isn’t attacking achievement; he’s diagnosing the psychology of it. Satisfaction isn’t withheld by the world, but by the mechanism of desire itself. The subtext is cautionary: if ambition defines your inner life, the summit becomes just another ledge, and every win rewrites the baseline of what counts as enough.
Context matters: Longfellow wrote in an America that was industrializing, moralizing, and rapidly mythologizing “success.” As a poet often associated with uplift, he’s unexpectedly clear-eyed here, admitting that progress narratives can smuggle in permanent discontent. The sting of the line is its universality without sentimentality: it recognizes a modern condition before we had modern language for it, the way achievement can expand the ego and starve it at the same time.
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