Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined;Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.
Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined;Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.
Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the features of the mother's face, read more
Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the features of the mother's face, her aspect and her attitude.
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
When he read more
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
When he call'd the flowers, so blue and golden,
Stars that on earth's firmament do shine.
Oh, well has it been said, that there is no grief like the grief
which does not speak!
Oh, well has it been said, that there is no grief like the grief
which does not speak!
This is the forest primeval.
This is the forest primeval.
