Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
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I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
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.
Romance is the poetry of literature.
Romance is the poetry of literature.
These faces in the mirrors
Are but the shadows and phantoms of myself.
These faces in the mirrors
Are but the shadows and phantoms of myself.
This is the forest primeval.
This is the forest primeval.
