Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
That beautiful season
. . . the Summer of All-Saints!
Filled was the air with a dreamy read more
That beautiful season
. . . the Summer of All-Saints!
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the
landscape
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.
A boy's will is the wind's will.
A boy's will is the wind's will.
See, how the stream has overflowed
Its banks, and o'er the meadow road
Is spreading far and read more
See, how the stream has overflowed
Its banks, and o'er the meadow road
Is spreading far and wide!
There's a brave fellow! There's a man of pluck!
A man who's not afraid to say his say,
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There's a brave fellow! There's a man of pluck!
A man who's not afraid to say his say,
Though a whole town's against him.
I heard the trailing garments of the Night
Sweep through her marble halls.
I heard the trailing garments of the Night
Sweep through her marble halls.
