Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Look not mournfully into the Past; it comes not back again.
Wisely improve the Present; it is thine.
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Look not mournfully into the Past; it comes not back again.
Wisely improve the Present; it is thine.
Go forth to meet the shadowy Future without fear and with a manly
heart.
Even the blackest of them all, the crow,
Renders good service as your man-at-arms,
Crushing the beetle read more
Even the blackest of them all, the crow,
Renders good service as your man-at-arms,
Crushing the beetle in his coat of mail,
And crying havoc on the slug and snail.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
I see, but cannot reach, the height
That lies forever in the light.
I see, but cannot reach, the height
That lies forever in the light.
Nature is a revelation of God; Art is a revelation of man
Nature is a revelation of God; Art is a revelation of man
Very hot and still the air was,
Very smooth the gliding river,
Motionless the sleeping shadows.
Very hot and still the air was,
Very smooth the gliding river,
Motionless the sleeping shadows.
