Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
And fast through the midnight dark and drear,
Through the whistling sleet and snow,
Like a sheeted read more
And fast through the midnight dark and drear,
Through the whistling sleet and snow,
Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept
Towards the reef of Norman's Woe.
I see, but cannot reach, the height
That lies forever in the light.
I see, but cannot reach, the height
That lies forever in the light.
But noble souls, through dust and heat,
Rise from disaster and defeat
The stronger.
But noble souls, through dust and heat,
Rise from disaster and defeat
The stronger.
The holiest of all holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; the secret anniversaries of the heart.
The holiest of all holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; the secret anniversaries of the heart.
Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the
surface
Is as the tossing buoy, read more
Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the
surface
Is as the tossing buoy, that betrays where the anchor is hidden.
