Maxioms by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Good night! I have to say good night,
To such a host of peerless things!
Good night! I have to say good night,
To such a host of peerless things!
To keep the heart unwrinkled, to be hopeful, kindly, cheerful, reverent-- that is to triumph over old age.
To keep the heart unwrinkled, to be hopeful, kindly, cheerful, reverent-- that is to triumph over old age.
These Winter nights against my window-pane
Nature with busy pencil draws designs
Of ferns and blossoms and read more
These Winter nights against my window-pane
Nature with busy pencil draws designs
Of ferns and blossoms and fine spray of pines,
Oak-leaf and acorn and fantastic vines,
Which she will make when summer comes again--
Quaint arabesques in argent, flat and cold,
Like curious Chinese etchings.
We weep when we are born,
Not when we die!
We weep when we are born,
Not when we die!
No bird has ever uttered note That was not in some first bird's throat; Since Eden's freshness and man's read more
No bird has ever uttered note That was not in some first bird's throat; Since Eden's freshness and man's fall No rose has been original.
