Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ( 10 of 238 )
For age is opportunity no less than youth itself, though in another dress, and as the evening twilight fades away, read more
For age is opportunity no less than youth itself, though in another dress, and as the evening twilight fades away, the sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
In character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity.
In character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity.
It is Lucifer,
The son of mystery;
And since God suffers him to be,
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It is Lucifer,
The son of mystery;
And since God suffers him to be,
He, too, is God's minister,
And labors for some good
By us not understood.
Sometimes we may learn more from a man's error than from his
virtues.
Sometimes we may learn more from a man's error than from his
virtues.
I should think your tongue has broken its chain.
I should think your tongue has broken its chain.
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.
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.
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.
It is a beautiful trait in the lover's character, that they think no evil of the object loved.
It is a beautiful trait in the lover's character, that they think no evil of the object loved.
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.
