Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ( 10 of 238 )
Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds the sun is shining;
Thy fate is read more
Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds the sun is shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
The prayer of Ajax was for light;
Through all that dark and desperate fight,
The blackness of read more
The prayer of Ajax was for light;
Through all that dark and desperate fight,
The blackness of that noonday night.
Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said
Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days
That read more
Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said
Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days
That are no more, and shall no more return.
Thou hast but taken up thy lamp and gone to bed;
I stay a little longer, as one stays
To cover up the embers that still burn.
All things come round to him who will but wait.
All things come round to him who will but wait.
Listen to that song, and learn it!
Half my kingdom would I give,
As I live,
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Listen to that song, and learn it!
Half my kingdom would I give,
As I live,
If by such songs you would earn it.
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
The things that have been and shall be no more,
The things that are, and that hereafter shall be,
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The things that have been and shall be no more,
The things that are, and that hereafter shall be,
The things that might have been, and yet were not,
The fading twilight of joys departed.
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.
Sweet April! many a thought
Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed;
Nor shall they fail, read more
Sweet April! many a thought
Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed;
Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought,
Life's golden fruit is shed.
A boy's will is the wind's will.
A boy's will is the wind's will.
