Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ( 10 of 238 )
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.
Oh, well has it been said, that there is no grief like the grief
which does not speak!
Oh, well has it been said, that there is no grief like the grief
which does not speak!
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind in never weary;
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The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind in never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.
Listen to that song, and learn it!
Half my kingdom would I give,
As I live,
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Listen to that song, and learn it!
Half my kingdom would I give,
As I live,
If by such songs you would earn it.
Writ in the climate of heaven, in the language spoken by angels.
Writ in the climate of heaven, in the language spoken by angels.
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when read more
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
The Rhine! the Rhine! a blessing on the Rhine!
The Rhine! the Rhine! a blessing on the Rhine!
Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks,
And through the opening door that time unlocks
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Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks,
And through the opening door that time unlocks
Feel the fresh breathing of To-morrow creep.
Never idle a moment, but thrifty and thoughtful of others.
Never idle a moment, but thrifty and thoughtful of others.
The prayer of Ajax was for light;
Through all that dark and desperate fight,
The blackness of read more
The prayer of Ajax was for light;
Through all that dark and desperate fight,
The blackness of that noonday night.
