Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The star of the unconquered will,
He rises in my breast,
Serene, and resolute, and still,
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The star of the unconquered will,
He rises in my breast,
Serene, and resolute, and still,
And calm, and self-possessed.

Beneath me flows the Rhine, and, like the stream of Time, it
flows amid the ruins of the Past.

Beneath me flows the Rhine, and, like the stream of Time, it
flows amid the ruins of the Past.

Her silver voice
Is the rich music of a summer bird,
Heard in the still night, with read more

Her silver voice
Is the rich music of a summer bird,
Heard in the still night, with its passionate cadence.

Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined;Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.

Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined;Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.

For 'tis sweet to stammer one letter
Of the Eternal's language;--on earth it is called Forgiveness!

For 'tis sweet to stammer one letter
Of the Eternal's language;--on earth it is called Forgiveness!