Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain, and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles read more
A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain, and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.
Oh, there is something in that voice that reaches
The innermost recesses of my spirit!
Oh, there is something in that voice that reaches
The innermost recesses of my spirit!
The prayer of Ajax was for light;
Through all that dark and desperate fight,
The blackness of read more
The prayer of Ajax was for light;
Through all that dark and desperate fight,
The blackness of that noonday night.
Never idle a moment, but thrifty and thoughtful of others.
Never idle a moment, but thrifty and thoughtful of others.
He heard the convent bell,
Suddenly in the silence ringing
For the service of noonday.
He heard the convent bell,
Suddenly in the silence ringing
For the service of noonday.
