Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ( 10 of 238 )
A boy's will is the wind's will.
A boy's will is the wind's will.
Ah! what would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert read more
Ah! what would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before.
All things come round to him who will but wait.
All things come round to him who will but wait.
Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.
Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.
The atmosphere
Breathes rest and comfort and the many chambers
Seem full of welcomes.
The atmosphere
Breathes rest and comfort and the many chambers
Seem full of welcomes.
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.
Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet read more
Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice.
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
I have a passion for ballad. . . . They are the gypsy children of
song, born under green read more
I have a passion for ballad. . . . They are the gypsy children of
song, born under green hedgerows in the leafy lanes and bypaths
of literature,--in the genial Summertime.
