Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The things that have been and shall be no more,
The things that are, and that hereafter shall be,
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The things that have been and shall be no more,
The things that are, and that hereafter shall be,
The things that might have been, and yet were not,
The fading twilight of joys departed.
The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the read more
The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts.
People demand freedom only when they have no power.
People demand freedom only when they have no power.
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.
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.
