Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ah! what would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert read more
Ah! what would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before.
Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet read more
Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice.
The architect
Built his great heart into these sculptured stones,
And with him toiled his children, and read more
The architect
Built his great heart into these sculptured stones,
And with him toiled his children, and their lives
Were builded, with his own, into the walls,
As offerings unto God.
A boy's will is the wind's will.
A boy's will is the wind's will.
Romance is the poetry of literature.
Romance is the poetry of literature.
