Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Music is the universal language of mankind.
Music is the universal language of mankind.
It takes less time to do things right that to explain why you did it wrong.
It takes less time to do things right that to explain why you did it wrong.
Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks,
And through the opening door that time unlocks
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Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks,
And through the opening door that time unlocks
Feel the fresh breathing of To-morrow creep.
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
Sweet April! many a thought
Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed;
Nor shall they fail, read more
Sweet April! many a thought
Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed;
Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought,
Life's golden fruit is shed.