Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ( 10 of 238 )
The pen became a clarion.
The pen became a clarion.
Night after night,
He sat and bleared his eyes with books.
Night after night,
He sat and bleared his eyes with books.
There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, read more
There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together
The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.
The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.
Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate; still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor read more
Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate; still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait.
Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, read more
Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine Kind words and kind deeds
Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.
Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.
Darkness of slumber and death, forever sinking and sinking.
Darkness of slumber and death, forever sinking and sinking.
Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.
Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.
The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.
The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.
