Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Merrily, merrily whirled the wheels of the dizzying dances
Under the orchard-trees and down the path to the meadows;
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Merrily, merrily whirled the wheels of the dizzying dances
Under the orchard-trees and down the path to the meadows;
Old fold and young together, and children mingled among them.
A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better
than ten years' study of books.
A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better
than ten years' study of books.
They, the holy ones and weakly,
Who the cross of suffering bore,
Folded their pale hands so read more
They, the holy ones and weakly,
Who the cross of suffering bore,
Folded their pale hands so meekly,
Spake with us on earth no more!
Oh, well has it been said, that there is no grief like the grief
which does not speak!
Oh, well has it been said, that there is no grief like the grief
which does not speak!
I see, but cannot reach, the height
That lies forever in the light.
I see, but cannot reach, the height
That lies forever in the light.
