Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I should think your tongue has broken its chain.

I should think your tongue has broken its chain.

It was Autumn, and incessant
Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves,
And, like living coals, the read more

It was Autumn, and incessant
Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves,
And, like living coals, the apples
Burned among the withering leaves.

Into each life some rain must fall, some days be dark and dreary.

Into each life some rain must fall, some days be dark and dreary.

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.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And out hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled read more

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