Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
He loved the twilight that surrounds
The border-land of old romance;
Where glitter hauberk, helm, and lance,
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He loved the twilight that surrounds
The border-land of old romance;
Where glitter hauberk, helm, and lance,
And banner waves, and trumpet sounds,
And ladies ride with hawk on wrist,
And mighty warriors sweep along,
Magnified by the purple mist,
The dusk of centuries and of song.
The human voice is the organ of the soul.
The human voice is the organ of the soul.
Man-like it is to fall into sin; fiendlike it is to dwell therein.
Man-like it is to fall into sin; fiendlike it is to dwell therein.
The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.
The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.
The Rhine! the Rhine! a blessing on the Rhine!
The Rhine! the Rhine! a blessing on the Rhine!
