‘Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees Filled all the air with fragrance and — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There’s nothing fair nor beautiful, but takes Something from thee, that makes — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
With many readers, brilliancy of style passes for affluence of thought; they — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, Kisses the blushing leaf. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A town that boasts inhabitants like me Can have no lack of good society. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Simplicity in character, in manners, in style; in all things the supreme — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The sunshine fails, the shadows grow more dreary, And I am near to fall, infirm and weary. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow