Let him not boast who puts his armor on as he who puts it off, the battle done.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThis is the place. Stand still, my steed,- Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy past The forms that once have been.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowMidnight! the outpost of advancing day! The frontier town and citadel of night!
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowI feel a kind of reverence for the first books of young authors. There is so much aspiration in them, so much audacious hope and trembling fear, so much of the heart's history, that all errors and shortcomings are for a while lost sight of in the amiable self assertion of youth.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow