Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I heard the trailing garments of the Night
Sweep through her marble halls.
I heard the trailing garments of the Night
Sweep through her marble halls.
Nature is a revelation of God; Art is a revelation of man
Nature is a revelation of God; Art is a revelation of man
Kind messages, that pass from land to land;
Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history,
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Kind messages, that pass from land to land;
Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history,
In which we feel the pressure of a hand,--
One touch of fire,--and all the rest is mystery!
The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.
The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.
Night after night,
He sat and bleared his eyes with books.
Night after night,
He sat and bleared his eyes with books.
