Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes
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And the wind plays on those great sonorous harps, the shrouds and masts of ships.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Every man is in some sort a failure to himself. No one ever reaches the heights to which he aspires.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Beneath me flows the Rhine, and like the stream of Time, it flows amid the ruins of the Past.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow