reads, "Poe was great in his genius; unhappy in his life; wretched in his death; but in his fame he is immortal." "Had you lived a generation later, honor, wealth, applause, success in Europe and at home, would all have been yours." - ANDREW LANG in his Letters to Dead Authors. HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. POET, TRANSLATOR, ROMANCER, ESSAYIST. EXTRACTS. THEN pealed the bells more loud and deep, The Wrong shall fail, The Right prevail, With peace on earth, good will to men!" CHRISTMAS BELLS. AND the night shall be filled with music; And the cares that infest the day IN the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part, For the gods see everywhere. 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. THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. THE lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels. EVANGELINE. WHEN she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of ex quisite music. As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, Useless each without the other. IBID. HIAWATHA. |