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• The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead.
  -- 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...
• Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives whom we call dead.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Resignatio...
• There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there
  There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair....
• The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Fire of Drift-wood...
• 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...
• Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Rainy Day...
• 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