Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues.
Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues.
Thy voice
Is a celestial melody.
Thy voice
Is a celestial melody.
The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries read more
The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart,
When the full river of feeling overflows;--
The happy days unclouded to their close;
The sudden joys that our of darkness start
As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart
Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!
Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee,
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,
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Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee,
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,
Our faith triumphant o'er our fears,
Are all with thee,--are all with thee!
Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.
Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.
