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• There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there
  There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair....
• 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 W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Motto, Hyperion, Book i...
• A banner with the strange device. -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Excelsio
• The prayer of Ajax was for light. -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Goblet of Life
• The star of the unconquered will. -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Light of Sta
• This is the forest primeval. -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Evangeline, Part i
• 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 W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Flowe...
• There is a reaper whose name is Death, And with his sickle keen He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Reaper and the Flowe...
• But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Resignatio...