Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ( 10 of 238 )
Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious
the world of God within us. There read more
Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious
the world of God within us. There lies the Land of Song; there
lies the poet's native land.
The human voice is the organ of the soul.
The human voice is the organ of the soul.
A boy's will is the wind's will.
A boy's will is the wind's will.
The swallow is come!
The swallow is come!
O, fair are the seasons, and light
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The swallow is come!
The swallow is come!
O, fair are the seasons, and light
Are the days that she brings,
With her dusky wings,
And her bosom snowy white!
The picture that approaches sculpture nearest
Is the best picture.
The picture that approaches sculpture nearest
Is the best picture.
Lives of great men all remind us we can make our lives sublime. And, departing, leave behind us footprints on read more
Lives of great men all remind us we can make our lives sublime. And, departing, leave behind us footprints on the sands of time.
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.
Multitudinous echoes awoke and died in the distance.
. . . .
And, when the echoes had read more
Multitudinous echoes awoke and died in the distance.
. . . .
And, when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the
silence.
As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn, so changes of
studies a dull brain.
As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn, so changes of
studies a dull brain.
And the night shall be filled with music
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold read more
And the night shall be filled with music
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.
