Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ( 10 of 238 )
It is a beautiful trait in the lover's character, that they think no evil of the object loved.
It is a beautiful trait in the lover's character, that they think no evil of the object loved.
Two ways the rivers
Leap down to different seas, and as they roll
Grow deep and still, read more
Two ways the rivers
Leap down to different seas, and as they roll
Grow deep and still, and their majestic presence
Becomes a benefaction to the towns
They visit, wandering silently among them,
Like patriarchs old among their shining tents.
Be noble in every thought
And in every deed!
Be noble in every thought
And in every deed!
Beneath me flows the Rhine, and, like the stream of Time, it
flows amid the ruins of the Past.
Beneath me flows the Rhine, and, like the stream of Time, it
flows amid the ruins of the Past.
What else remains for me?
Youth, hope and love;
To build a new life on a ruined read more
What else remains for me?
Youth, hope and love;
To build a new life on a ruined life.
They sing, they will pay.
[Fr., Ils chantent, ils payeront.]
They sing, they will pay.
[Fr., Ils chantent, ils payeront.]
Well has it been said that there is no grief like the grief which does not speak.
Well has it been said that there is no grief like the grief which does not speak.
I heard the bells on Christmas Day; their old familiar carols play, and wild and sweet the word repeat of read more
I heard the bells on Christmas Day; their old familiar carols play, and wild and sweet the word repeat of peace on earth, good-will to men!
Ah, to build, to build!
That is the noblest of all the arts.
Ah, to build, to build!
That is the noblest of all the arts.
At first laying down, as a fact fundamental,
That nothing with God can be accidental.
At first laying down, as a fact fundamental,
That nothing with God can be accidental.
