Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,
Only a signal shown and a distant read more
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,
Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness:
So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
I should think your tongue has broken its chain.
I should think your tongue has broken its chain.
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
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.
