Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn, so changes of
studies a dull brain.
As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn, so changes of
studies a dull brain.
See, how the stream has overflowed
Its banks, and o'er the meadow road
Is spreading far and read more
See, how the stream has overflowed
Its banks, and o'er the meadow road
Is spreading far and wide!
The sun is set; and in his latest beams
Yon little cloud of ashen gray and gold,
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The sun is set; and in his latest beams
Yon little cloud of ashen gray and gold,
Slowly upon the amber air unrolled,
The falling mantle of the Prophet seems.
Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined;Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.
Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined;Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.
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.
