Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Bell, thou soundest merrily,
When the bridal party
To the church doth hie!
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Bell, thou soundest merrily,
When the bridal party
To the church doth hie!
Bell, thou soundest solemnly,
When, on Sabbath morning,
Fields deserted lie!
Feet that run on willing errands!
Feet that run on willing errands!
Oh, well has it been said, that there is no grief like the grief
which does not speak!
Oh, well has it been said, that there is no grief like the grief
which does not speak!
A boy's will is the wind's will.
A boy's will is the wind's will.
For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.
For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.
