Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ( 10 of 238 )
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.
People demand freedom only when they have no power.
People demand freedom only when they have no power.
Write on your doors the saying wise and old,
"Be bold! be bold!" and everywhere--"Be bold;
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Write on your doors the saying wise and old,
"Be bold! be bold!" and everywhere--"Be bold;
Be not too bold!" Yet better the excess
That the defect; better the more than less;
Better like Hector in the field to die,
Than like a perfumed Paris turn and fly.
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....
Love gives itself; it is not bought.
Love gives itself; it is not bought.
Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the
surface
Is as the tossing buoy, read more
Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the
surface
Is as the tossing buoy, that betrays where the anchor is hidden.
Youth comes but once in a lifetime
Youth comes but once in a lifetime
For thine own purpose, thou hast sent
The strife and the discouragement!
For thine own purpose, thou hast sent
The strife and the discouragement!
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
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Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
and things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art; to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.
As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.
