Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the
surface
Is as the tossing buoy, read more
Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the
surface
Is as the tossing buoy, that betrays where the anchor is hidden.
Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth read more
Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
It was Autumn, and incessant
Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves,
And, like living coals, the read more
It was Autumn, and incessant
Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves,
And, like living coals, the apples
Burned among the withering leaves.
The picture that approaches sculpture nearest
Is the best picture.
The picture that approaches sculpture nearest
Is the best picture.
