Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ah, yes, the sea is still and deep,
All things within its bosom sleep!
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Ah, yes, the sea is still and deep,
All things within its bosom sleep!
A single step, and all is o'er,
A plunge, a bubble, and no more.
Merrily, merrily whirled the wheels of the dizzying dances
Under the orchard-trees and down the path to the meadows;
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Merrily, merrily whirled the wheels of the dizzying dances
Under the orchard-trees and down the path to the meadows;
Old fold and young together, and children mingled among them.
The music of the brook silenced all conversation.
The music of the brook silenced all conversation.
To say the least, a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one's judgement of others.
To say the least, a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one's judgement of others.
The joy of meeting not unmixed with pain.
The joy of meeting not unmixed with pain.
