Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....
Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said
Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days
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Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said
Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days
That are no more, and shall no more return.
Thou hast but taken up thy lamp and gone to bed;
I stay a little longer, as one stays
To cover up the embers that still burn.
The greatest firmness is the greatest mercy
The greatest firmness is the greatest mercy
Ah! what would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert read more
Ah! what would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before.
Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.
Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.
