Very hot and still the air was, Very smooth the gliding river, Motionless the sleeping shadows.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowA single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowIn December ring Every day the chimes; Loud the gleemen sing In the streets their merry rhymes. Let us by the fire Ever higher Sing them till the night expire!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow