Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate; still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor read more

Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate; still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait.

Thy voice
Is a celestial melody.

Thy voice
Is a celestial melody.

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.

The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries read more

The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart,
When the full river of feeling overflows;--
The happy days unclouded to their close;
The sudden joys that our of darkness start
As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart
Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!

Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.

Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.