Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)
Source: Motto, Hyperion. Book i. 15
Contributed by: Zaady
Oh, fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know ere long,- Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
Source: The Light of Stars.
O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!
Source: The Goblet of Life.
No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.
Source: Sunrise on the Hills.
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
Source: Part i. 3.
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
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.
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