Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ( 10 of 238 )
For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.
For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.
Though he was rough, he was kindly.
Though he was rough, he was kindly.
Every human heart is human.
Every human heart is human.
Sometimes we may learn more from a man's error than from his
virtues.
Sometimes we may learn more from a man's error than from his
virtues.
Great men stand like solitary towers in the city of God.
Great men stand like solitary towers in the city of God.
The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.
The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.
Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of
heaven, and Evening stooped down to unloose the read more
Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of
heaven, and Evening stooped down to unloose the latchets of his
sandal shoon.
In the elder days of Art,
Builders wrought with greatest care
Each minute and unseen part;
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In the elder days of Art,
Builders wrought with greatest care
Each minute and unseen part;
For the gods see everywhere.
The ceaseless rain is falling fast,
And yonder gilded vane,
Immovable for three days past,
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The ceaseless rain is falling fast,
And yonder gilded vane,
Immovable for three days past,
Points to the misty main.
He loved the twilight that surrounds
The border-land of old romance;
Where glitter hauberk, helm, and lance,
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He loved the twilight that surrounds
The border-land of old romance;
Where glitter hauberk, helm, and lance,
And banner waves, and trumpet sounds,
And ladies ride with hawk on wrist,
And mighty warriors sweep along,
Magnified by the purple mist,
The dusk of centuries and of song.
