This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
All sense of hearing and of sight enfold in the serene delight and quietude of sleep. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
White swan of cities slumbering in thy nest . . . White phantom city, whose — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The market-place, the eager love of gain, Whose aim is vanity, and whose end is pain! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I know not how it is, but during a voyage I collect books as a ship does barnacles. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow