John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. (1807–1882) (continued) |
| 6500 |
| A banner with the strange device. |
| Excelsior. |
| 6501 |
| This is the place. Stand still, my steed,— Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy past The forms that once have been. |
| A Gleam of Sunshine. |
| 6502 |
| The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. |
| The Day is done. |
| 6503 |
| A feeling of sadness and longing That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. |
| The Day is done. |
| 6504 |
| And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away. |
| The Day is done. |
| 6505 |
| Sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! |
| The Building of the Ship. |
| 6506 |
| Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee,— Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, Our faith trumphant o’er our fears, Are all with thee,—are all with thee! |
| The Building of the Ship. |
| 6507 |
| The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark. |
| The Fire of Drift-wood. |
| 6508 |
| There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there; There is no fireside, howsoe’er defended, But has one vacant chair. |
| Resignation. |