Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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.

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.

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.

Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still like muffled drums are beating read more

Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still like muffled drums are beating Funeral marches to the grave.

God sent his Singers upon earth
With songs of sadness and of mirth,
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God sent his Singers upon earth
With songs of sadness and of mirth,
That they might touch the hearts of men,
And bring them back to heaven again.