Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
What else remains for me?
Youth, hope and love;
To build a new life on a ruined read more
What else remains for me?
Youth, hope and love;
To build a new life on a ruined life.
He the sweetest of all singers.
He the sweetest of all singers.
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave us read more
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave us behind
Footprints on the sands of time.
I hear the wind among the trees
Playing the celestial symphonies;
I see the branches downward bent,
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I hear the wind among the trees
Playing the celestial symphonies;
I see the branches downward bent,
Like keys of some great instrument.
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.
