Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

He heard the convent bell,
Suddenly in the silence ringing
For the service of noonday.

He heard the convent bell,
Suddenly in the silence ringing
For the service of noonday.

Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.

Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.

For bells are the voice of the church;
They have tones that touch and search
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For bells are the voice of the church;
They have tones that touch and search
The hearts of young and old.

In character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity.

In character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity.

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.