Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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.

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

Listen, every one
That listen may, unto a tale
That's merrier than the nightingale.
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Listen, every one
That listen may, unto a tale
That's merrier than the nightingale.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Tales of a Wayside Inn (pt. III,),

It is a beautiful trait in the lover's character, that they think no evil of the object loved.

It is a beautiful trait in the lover's character, that they think no evil of the object loved.

Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny.

Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny.