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!
The swallow is come!
The swallow is come!
O, fair are the seasons, and light
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The swallow is come!
The swallow is come!
O, fair are the seasons, and light
Are the days that she brings,
With her dusky wings,
And her bosom snowy white!
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others
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We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others
judge us by what we have already done.
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
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Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
When he call'd the flowers, so blue and golden,
Stars that on earth's firmament do shine.
Nature is a revelation of God; Art is a revelation of man
Nature is a revelation of God; Art is a revelation of man
