All things must change to something new, to something strange.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

All things must change To something new to something strange.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

And in despair I bowed my head;"There is no peace on earth," I said;"For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!" Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:"God is not dead, nor doth he sleep! The Wrong shall fail, the Right prevail, With peace on earth, good-will to men!

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

And oft the blessed time foretells When all men shall be free;And musical, as silver bells, Their falling chains shall be.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, and silently steal away.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Anon from the castle walls The crescent banner falls, And the crowd beholds instead, Like a portent in the sky, Iskander's banner fly, The Black Eagle with double head;And a shout ascends on high, For men's souls are tired of the Turks, And their wicked ways and works, That have made of AK-HissarA city of the plague;And the loud, exultant cry That echoes wide and Paris: "Long live Slandered!

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Art is long, and Time is fleeting.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow