Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The human voice is the organ of the soul.
The human voice is the organ of the soul.
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....
The song on its mighty pinions
Took every living soul, and lifted it gently to heaven.
The song on its mighty pinions
Took every living soul, and lifted it gently to heaven.
The ceaseless rain is falling fast,
And yonder gilded vane,
Immovable for three days past,
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The ceaseless rain is falling fast,
And yonder gilded vane,
Immovable for three days past,
Points to the misty main.
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait.
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait.
