Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ( 10 of 238 )
The music of the brook silenced all conversation.
The music of the brook silenced all conversation.
Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear
Has grown familiar with your song;
I hear it in read more
Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear
Has grown familiar with your song;
I hear it in the opening year,
I listen, and it cheers me long.
Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the read more
Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.
Nor deem the irrevocable Past,
As wholly wasted, wholly vain,
If, rising on its wrecks, at last
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Nor deem the irrevocable Past,
As wholly wasted, wholly vain,
If, rising on its wrecks, at last
To something nobler we attain.
Most people would succeed in small things if they were not
troubled with great ambitions.
Most people would succeed in small things if they were not
troubled with great ambitions.
Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.
Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.
A face that had a story to tell. How different faces are in this
particular! Some of them speak read more
A face that had a story to tell. How different faces are in this
particular! Some of them speak not. They are books in which not
a line is written, save perhaps a date.
I should think your tongue has broken its chain.
I should think your tongue has broken its chain.
Romance is the poetry of literature.
Romance is the poetry of literature.
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.
