Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain, and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles read more
A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain, and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.
The song on its mighty pinions
Took every living soul, and lifted it gently to heaven.
The song on its mighty pinions
Took every living soul, and lifted it gently to heaven.
The human voice is the organ of the soul.
The human voice is the organ of the soul.
Rule by patience, Laughing Water!
Rule by patience, Laughing Water!
The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
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The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
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The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
