They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast, And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowA great sorrow, like a mariner's quadrant, brings the sun at noon down to the horizon, and we learn where we are on the sea of life.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowIntelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow