Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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 music of the brook silenced all conversation.
The music of the brook silenced all conversation.
Into each life some rain must fall, some days be dark and dreary.
Into each life some rain must fall, some days be dark and dreary.
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 shades of night were falling fast,
As through an Alpine village passed
A youth, who bore, read more
The shades of night were falling fast,
As through an Alpine village passed
A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice
A banner with the strange device,
Excelsior!
