Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Even the blackest of them all, the crow,
Renders good service as your man-at-arms,
Crushing the beetle read more
Even the blackest of them all, the crow,
Renders good service as your man-at-arms,
Crushing the beetle in his coat of mail,
And crying havoc on the slug and snail.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
He the sweetest of all singers.
He the sweetest of all singers.
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
This is the forest primeval.
This is the forest primeval.
