Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)
Source: Part i. 3.
Contributed by: Zaady
She floats upon the river of his thoughts.
Source: The Spanish Student. Act ii. Sc. 3.
A feeling of sadness and longing That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Source: The Day is Done.
The holiest of all holidays are those Kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart.
The surest pledge of a deathless name Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken.
Source: The Herons of Elmwood.
This is the place. Stand still, my steed,- Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy past The forms that once have been.
Source: A Gleam of Sunshine.
The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.
Source: The Fire of Drift-wood.
The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.
Music is the universal language of mankind. . . . poetry their universal pastime and delight.
Music is the universal language of mankind.
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