Maxioms by Fitz-greene Halleck
Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word;
And in its hollow tones are heard
The thanks of read more
Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word;
And in its hollow tones are heard
The thanks of millions yet to be.
I cannot spare the luxury of believing that all things beautiful are what they seem.
I cannot spare the luxury of believing that all things beautiful are what they seem.
