The air is full of farewells to the dying,
And mournings for the dead.
-- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882)
-- Resignation
And mournings for the dead.
-- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882)
-- Resignation
Related:
- Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution,
She lives whom we call dead.
Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) --... - There is no flock, however watched and tended,
But one dead lamb is there;
There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has... - But oftentimes celestial benedictions
Assume this dark disguise.
Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) --... - What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers
May be heaven's distant lamps.
Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) --... - There is no death! What seems so is transition;
This life of mortal breath
Is but a suburb of the life elysian,
Whose portal we call Death. -- Henry W. Longfellow... - 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. -- Henry W. Longfellow... - Trust no future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act, act in the living present! Heart within, and... - A banner with the strange device.
-- Henry W.
Longfellow (1807-1882) --... - The prayer of Ajax was for light.
-- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882)
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The Goblet of...
From the same category:
- I look better on a
woman... - The most delightful day after the one on which you buy a cottage in
the country is the one on which you resell it.
-- J.... - Does someone from PEORIA have a SHORTER ATTENTION span than me?
Zippy the... - En la boca cerratha, no enterran moscas
(If you keep your mouth closed,
flies won't fly in..... - IBM: I Blame
Microsoft...
