Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Merrily, merrily whirled the wheels of the dizzying dances
Under the orchard-trees and down the path to the meadows;
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Merrily, merrily whirled the wheels of the dizzying dances
Under the orchard-trees and down the path to the meadows;
Old fold and young together, and children mingled among them.
As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn, so changes of
studies a dull brain.
As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn, so changes of
studies a dull brain.
Sang in tones of deep emotion
Songs of love and songs of longing.
Sang in tones of deep emotion
Songs of love and songs of longing.
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when read more
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
Ah! vainest of all things
Is the gratitude of kings.
Ah! vainest of all things
Is the gratitude of kings.
