Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In the thickets and the meadows
Piped the bluebird, the Owaissa.
On the summit of the lodges
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In the thickets and the meadows
Piped the bluebird, the Owaissa.
On the summit of the lodges
Sang the robin, the Opechee.
Ah, to build, to build!
That is the noblest of all the arts.
Ah, to build, to build!
That is the noblest of all the arts.
My Book and Heart
Shall never part.
My Book and Heart
Shall never part.
Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was read more
Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.
The world loves a spice of wickedness.
The world loves a spice of wickedness.
