As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowSweet as the tender fragrance that survives, When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives, Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain, But never will be sung to us again, Is they remembrance. Now the hour of rest Hath come to thee. Sleep, darling: it is best.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowYes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship Let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThe motives and purposes of authors are not always so pure and high, as, in the enthusiasm of youth, we sometimes imagine. To many the trumpet of fame is nothing but a tin horn to call them home, like laborers from, the field, at dinner-time, and they think themselves lucky to get the dinner.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow