Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Even the blackest of them all, the crow,
Renders good service as your man-at-arms,
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Even the blackest of them all, the crow,
Renders good service as your man-at-arms,
Crushing the beetle in his coat of mail,
And crying havoc on the slug and snail.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
Writ in the climate of heaven, in the language spoken by angels.
Writ in the climate of heaven, in the language spoken by angels.
Listen, every one
That listen may, unto a tale
That's merrier than the nightingale.
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Listen, every one
That listen may, unto a tale
That's merrier than the nightingale.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Tales of a Wayside Inn (pt. III,),
The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.
The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.
Be noble in every thought
And in every deed!
Be noble in every thought
And in every deed!
