Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak
O summer day beside the joyous sea!
O summer day so wonderful and white,
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O summer day beside the joyous sea!
O summer day so wonderful and white,
So full of gladness and so full of pain!
Forever and forever shalt thou be
To some the gravestone of a dead delight,
To some the landmark of a new domain.
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....
He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.
He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
