Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Even cities have their graves!
Even cities have their graves!
I love the season well
When forest glades are teeming with bright forms,
Nor dark and many-folded read more
I love the season well
When forest glades are teeming with bright forms,
Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell
The coming of storms.
An angel with a trumpet said,
"Forever more, forever more,
The reign of violence is o'er!"
An angel with a trumpet said,
"Forever more, forever more,
The reign of violence is o'er!"
As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.
As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.
The pen became a clarion.
The pen became a clarion.
