To be seventy years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-crowned summit, and see behind you the deep valley stretching miles and miles away, and before you other summits higher and whiter, which you may have strength to climb, or may not. Then you sit down and meditate and wonder which it will be.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowStars of earth, these golden flowers; emblems of our own great resurrection; emblems of the bright and better land.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThe Wreck of the Hesperus But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowIt has done me good to be somewhat parched by the heat and drenched by the rain of life.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowVery hot and still the air was, Very smooth the gliding river, Motionless the sleeping shadows.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThe natural alone is permanent. Fantastic idols may be worshipped for a while; but at length they are overturned by the continual and silent progress of Truth, as the grim statues of Copan have been pushed from their pedestals by the growth of forest-trees, whose seeds were sown by the wind in the ruined walls.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow