Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Touch the goblet no more!
It will make thy heart sore
To its very core!
Touch the goblet no more!
It will make thy heart sore
To its very core!
Midnight! the outpost of advancing day!
The frontier town and citadel of night!
Midnight! the outpost of advancing day!
The frontier town and citadel of night!
Romance is the poetry of literature.
Romance is the poetry of literature.
Into each life some rain must fall, some days be dark and dreary.
Into each life some rain must fall, some days be dark and dreary.
Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.
Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.
