Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
For 'tis sweet to stammer one letter
Of the Eternal's language;--on earth it is called Forgiveness!
For 'tis sweet to stammer one letter
Of the Eternal's language;--on earth it is called Forgiveness!
The sun is set; and in his latest beams
Yon little cloud of ashen gray and gold,
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The sun is set; and in his latest beams
Yon little cloud of ashen gray and gold,
Slowly upon the amber air unrolled,
The falling mantle of the Prophet seems.
A region of repose it seems,
A place of slumber and of dreams.
A region of repose it seems,
A place of slumber and of dreams.
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.
Sometimes we may learn more from a man's error than from his
virtues.
Sometimes we may learn more from a man's error than from his
virtues.
