Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

After a day of cloud and wind and rain
Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again,
And read more

After a day of cloud and wind and rain
Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again,
And touching all the darksome woods with light,
Smiles on the fields until they laugh and sing,
Then like a ruby from the horizon's ring,
Drops down into the night.

A solid man of Boston;
A comfortable man with dividends,
And the first salmon and the first read more

A solid man of Boston;
A comfortable man with dividends,
And the first salmon and the first green peas.

As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.

As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.

Then from the neighboring thicket the mockingbird, wildest of
singers,
Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung read more

Then from the neighboring thicket the mockingbird, wildest of
singers,
Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o'er the water.
Shook from his little throat such floods of delirious music,
That the whole air and the woods and the waves seemed silent to
listen.

Darkness of slumber and death, forever sinking and sinking.

Darkness of slumber and death, forever sinking and sinking.