Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious
the world of God within us. There read more
Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious
the world of God within us. There lies the Land of Song; there
lies the poet's native land.
Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the
surface
Is as the tossing buoy, read more
Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the
surface
Is as the tossing buoy, that betrays where the anchor is hidden.
My Book and Heart
Shall never part.
My Book and Heart
Shall never part.
'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees
Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy.
'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees
Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy.
For thine own purpose, thou hast sent
The strife and the discouragement!
For thine own purpose, thou hast sent
The strife and the discouragement!
