Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The atmosphere
Breathes rest and comfort and the many chambers
Seem full of welcomes.

The atmosphere
Breathes rest and comfort and the many chambers
Seem full of welcomes.

Man-like it is to fall into sin; fiendlike it is to dwell therein.

Man-like it is to fall into sin; fiendlike it is to dwell therein.

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.

To say the least, a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one's judgement of others.

To say the least, a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one's judgement of others.

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak