Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowSpake 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 Wadsworth LongfellowThe Nile, forever new and old, Among the living and the dead, Its mighty, mystic stream has rolled.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow