Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Oh, there is something in that voice that reaches
The innermost recesses of my spirit!
Oh, there is something in that voice that reaches
The innermost recesses of my spirit!
The holiest of all holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; the secret anniversaries of the heart.
The holiest of all holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; the secret anniversaries of the heart.
The star of the unconquered will,
He rises in my breast,
Serene, and resolute, and still,
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The star of the unconquered will,
He rises in my breast,
Serene, and resolute, and still,
And calm, and self-possessed.
And fast through the midnight dark and drear,
Through the whistling sleet and snow,
Like a sheeted read more
And fast through the midnight dark and drear,
Through the whistling sleet and snow,
Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept
Towards the reef of Norman's Woe.
A solid man of Boston;
A comfortable man with dividends,
And the first salmon and the first read more
A solid man of Boston;
A comfortable man with dividends,
And the first salmon and the first green peas.
