Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet read more

Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice.

Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.

Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.

Youth comes but once in a lifetime

Youth comes but once in a lifetime

Night after night,
He sat and bleared his eyes with books.

Night after night,
He sat and bleared his eyes with books.

I saw the long line of the vacant shore,
The sea-weed and the shells upon the sand,
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I saw the long line of the vacant shore,
The sea-weed and the shells upon the sand,
And the brown rocks left bare on every hand,
As if the ebbing tide would flow no more.