Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but
the silence of our friends.
In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but
the silence of our friends.
By unseen hand uplifted in the light
Of sunset, yonder solitary cloud
Floats, with its white apparel read more
By unseen hand uplifted in the light
Of sunset, yonder solitary cloud
Floats, with its white apparel blown abroad,
And wafted up to heaven.
Day of the Lord, as all our days should be!
Day of the Lord, as all our days should be!
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when read more
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
An angel with a trumpet said,
"Forever more, forever more,
The reign of violence is o'er!"
An angel with a trumpet said,
"Forever more, forever more,
The reign of violence is o'er!"
