.... Anon from the castle walls The crescent banner falls, And the crowd beholds instead, Like a portent in the sky, Iskander's banner fly, The Black Eagle with double head. And shouts ascend on high .....'' Long live Scanderbeg.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowSo Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowI stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowA single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThere is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellowed richness on the clustered trees, And, from a beaker full of richest dyes, Pouring new glory on the autumn woods, And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds. Morn on the mountain, like a summer bird, Lifts up her purple wing, and in the vales The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, Kisses the blushing leaf, and stirs up life Within the solemn woods of ash deep-crimsoned, And silver beech, and maple yellow-leaved, Where Autumn, like a faint old man, sits down By the wayside a-weary.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow