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.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)
Source: A Gleam of Sunshine.
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again.
Look not mournfully into the Past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the Present. It is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy Future, Without fear, and with a manly heart.
Source: Hyperion , bk. IV, ch. 8
All things come round to him who will but wait.
Source: Tales of a Wayside Inn. The Student's Tale. (1862.)
Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives whom we call dead.
O thou child of many prayers! Life hath quicksands; life hath snares!
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