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• This is the forest primeval. -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Evangeline, Part i
• And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Evangeline, Part ii...
• Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Evangeline, Part i...
• The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Fire of Drift-wood...
• And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Day is done...
• She floats upon the river of his thoughts. -- Henry W.
  Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Spanish Student, Act ii, Sc. 3...
• God had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for this planting.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Courtship of Miles Standish, iv...
• The hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Midnight Ma...
• In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen pa
  For the gods see everywhere. -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Builde...