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• The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Resignatio...
• Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives whom we call dead.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Resignatio...
• But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Resignatio...
• What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Resignatio...
• 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 (1807-1882) -- Resignatio...
• No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown, Responds unto his own.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Endymio...
• He has singed the beard of the king of Spain. -- Henry W.
  Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Dutch Picture...
• Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Flowe...
• 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....