Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft
So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away
Over the read more
See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft
So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away
Over the snowy peaks!
Day of the Lord, as all our days should be!
Day of the Lord, as all our days should be!
Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate; still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor read more
Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate; still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait.
The shades of night were falling fast,
As through an Alpine village passed
A youth, who bore, read more
The shades of night were falling fast,
As through an Alpine village passed
A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice
A banner with the strange device,
Excelsior!
