Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind in never weary;
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The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind in never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

Resolve, and thou art free.

Resolve, and thou art free.

In the elder days of Art,
Builders wrought with greatest care
Each minute and unseen part;
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In the elder days of Art,
Builders wrought with greatest care
Each minute and unseen part;
For the gods see everywhere.

A face that had a story to tell. How different faces are in this
particular! Some of them speak read more

A face that had a story to tell. How different faces are in this
particular! Some of them speak not. They are books in which not
a line is written, save perhaps a date.

The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in read more

The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service