When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
-- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882)
-- Evangeline, Part i
-- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882)
-- Evangeline, Part i
Related:
- This is the forest primeval.
-- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882)
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Evangeline, Part... - And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler,
Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever... - Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Evangeline, Part... - The leaves of memory seemed to make
A mournful rustling in the dark.
Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Fire of Drift... - And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away. -- Henry W. Longfellow... - She floats upon the river of his thoughts.
-- Henry W.
Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Spanish Student, Act... - God had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for this planting.
Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Courtship of... - The hooded clouds, like friars,
Tell their beads in drops of rain.
Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Midnight... - In the elder days of Art,
Builders wrought with greatest care
Each minute and unseen part;
For the gods see everywhere. -- Henry W. Longfellow...
