Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I stood on the bridge at midnight,
As the clocks were striking the hour,
And the moon read more

I stood on the bridge at midnight,
As the clocks were striking the hour,
And the moon rose over the city,
Behind the dark church tower.

Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues.

Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues.

The star of the unconquered will,
He rises in my breast,
Serene, and resolute, and still,
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The star of the unconquered will,
He rises in my breast,
Serene, and resolute, and still,
And calm, and self-possessed.

Man-like it is to fall into sin; fiendlike it is to dwell therein.

Man-like it is to fall into sin; fiendlike it is to dwell therein.

Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.

Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.