Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Romance is the poetry of literature.

Romance is the poetry of literature.

Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet read more

Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice.

The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.

The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.

When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.

When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.

O child! O new-born denizen
Of life's great city! on thy head
The glory of morn is read more

O child! O new-born denizen
Of life's great city! on thy head
The glory of morn is shed,
Like a celestial benison!
Here at the portal thou dost stand,
And with thy little hand
Thou openest the mysterious gate
Into the future's undiscovered land.