Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.
Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.
It is Lucifer,
The son of mystery;
And since God suffers him to be,
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It is Lucifer,
The son of mystery;
And since God suffers him to be,
He, too, is God's minister,
And labors for some good
By us not understood.
As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.
As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.
The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.
The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.
I should think your tongue has broken its chain.
I should think your tongue has broken its chain.
