Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I heard the bells on Christmas Day; their old familiar carols play, and wild and sweet the word repeat of read more
I heard the bells on Christmas Day; their old familiar carols play, and wild and sweet the word repeat of peace on earth, good-will to men!
For thine own purpose, thou hast sent
The strife and the discouragement!
For thine own purpose, thou hast sent
The strife and the discouragement!
The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the read more
The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts.
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.
The atmosphere
Breathes rest and comfort and the many chambers
Seem full of welcomes.
The atmosphere
Breathes rest and comfort and the many chambers
Seem full of welcomes.
