Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A face that had a story to tell. How different faces are in this
particular! Some of them speak read more

A face that had a story to tell. How different faces are in this
particular! Some of them speak not. They are books in which not
a line is written, save perhaps a date.

I heard the trailing garments of the Night
Sweep through her marble halls.

I heard the trailing garments of the Night
Sweep through her marble halls.

To say the least, a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one's judgement of others.

To say the least, a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one's judgement of others.

The architect
Built his great heart into these sculptured stones,
And with him toiled his children, and read more

The architect
Built his great heart into these sculptured stones,
And with him toiled his children, and their lives
Were builded, with his own, into the walls,
As offerings unto God.

The joy of meeting not unmixed with pain.

The joy of meeting not unmixed with pain.