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• Time has laid his hand Upon my heart gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Tales of a Wayside Inn, The Golden Legend...
• She floats upon the river of his thoughts. -- Henry W.
  Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Spanish Student, Act ii, Sc. 3...
• Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate
  Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labour and to wait....
• The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Morituri Salutamu...
• 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....
• In character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity.
  -- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882...
• A banner with the strange device. -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Excelsio
• The prayer of Ajax was for light. -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Goblet of Life
• The star of the unconquered will. -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Light of Sta