I heard the bells on Christmas Day; their old familiar carols play, and wild and sweet the word repeat of peace on earth, good-will to men!
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: “Doubtless criticism was originally benignant, pointing out the beauties of a work rather that its defects. The passions of men have made it malignant, as a bad heart of Procrustes turned the bed, the symbol of repose, into an instrument of torture.” – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- God sent his Singers upon earth With songs of sadness and of mirth,That they might touch the hearts of men, And bring them back to heaven again. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- They sing, they will pay. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- What shall I say to you? What can I say Better than silence is? – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow