Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of
heaven, and Evening stooped down to unloose the read more
Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of
heaven, and Evening stooped down to unloose the latchets of his
sandal shoon.
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
Most people would succeed in small things if they were not
troubled with great ambitions.
Most people would succeed in small things if they were not
troubled with great ambitions.
It takes less time to do a thing right than to explain why you did it wrong. Ralph Nichols -Henry read more
It takes less time to do a thing right than to explain why you did it wrong. Ralph Nichols -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
Bell, thou soundest merrily,
When the bridal party
To the church doth hie!
Bell, read more
Bell, thou soundest merrily,
When the bridal party
To the church doth hie!
Bell, thou soundest solemnly,
When, on Sabbath morning,
Fields deserted lie!