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Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
When he called the flowers, so blue and golden,
Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

No one is so accursed by fate,
No one so utterly desolate,
But some heart, though unknown,
Responds unto his own.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

My soul is full of longing
For the secret of the Sea,
And the heart of the great ocean
Sends a thrilling pulse through me.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee,--
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,
Our faith trumphant o'er our fears,
Are all with thee,--are all with thee!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

In the elder days of Art,
Builders wrought with greatest care
Each minute and unseen part;
For the gods see everywhere.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Neither locks had they to their doors nor bars to their windows;
But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the owners;
There the richest was poor and the poorest lived in abundance.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Talk not of wasted affection! affection never was wasted;
If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters returning
Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler,
Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Time has laid his hand
Upon my heart gently, not smiting it,
But as a harper lays his open palm
Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Something the heart must have to cherish,
Must love and joy and sorrow learn;
Something with passion clasp, or perish
And in itself to ashes burn.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Where'er a noble deed is wrought,
Where'er is spoken a noble thought,
Our hearts in glad surprise
To higher levels rise.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

God sent his singers upon earth
With songs of sadness and of mirth.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

She knew the life-long martyrdom,
The weariness, the endless pain
Of waiting for some one to come
Who nevermore would come again.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Better heresy of doctrine than heresy of heart.

John Greenleaf Whittier

All hearts confess the saints elect,
Who, twain in faith, in love agree,
And melt not in an acid sect
The Christian pearl of charity!

John Greenleaf Whittier

'T is said that absence conquers love;
But oh believe it not!
I've tried, alas! its power to prove,
But thou art not forgot.

Frederick William Thomas

We have been friends together
In sunshine and in shade.
Since first beneath the chestnut-tree
In fancy we played
But coldness dwells within thine heart
A cloud is on thy brow.
We have been friends together,--
Shall a light word part us now?

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah (Sheridan) Norton

Love not! love not! ye hopeless sons of clay;
Hope's gayest wreaths are made of earthly flowers--
Things that are made to fade and fall away,
Ere they have blossomed for a few short hours.

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah (Sheridan) Norton

A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers;
There was lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears.

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah (Sheridan) Norton

Too innocent for coquetry, too fond for idle scorning--
Oh friend, I fear the lightest heart makes sometimes heaviest mourning.

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah (Sheridan) Norton

O Twilight! Spirit that dost render birth
To dim enchantments; melting heaven with earth,
Leaving on craggy hills and running streams
A softness like the atmosphere of dreams.

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah (Sheridan) Norton

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Edgar Allan Poe

The object, Truth, or the satisfaction of the intellect, and the object, Passion, or the excitement of the heart, are, although attainable, to a certain extent, in poetry, far more readily attainable in prose.

Edgar Allan Poe

And Marlowe, Webster, Fletcher, Ben,
Whose fire-hearts sowed our furrows when
The world was worthy of such men.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Or from Browning some "Pomegranate," which if cut deep down the middle
Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanity.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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