Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Where should the scholar live? In solitude, or in society? in
the green stillness of the country, where he read more
Where should the scholar live? In solitude, or in society? in
the green stillness of the country, where he can hear the heart
of Nature beat, or in the dark, gray town where he can hear and
feel the throbbing heart of man?
He the sweetest of all singers.
He the sweetest of all singers.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others
judge us by what we have already read more
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others
judge us by what we have already done.
Writ in the climate of heaven, in the language spoken by angels.
Writ in the climate of heaven, in the language spoken by angels.
The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.
The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.
