 Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies.  Poems - Side 73av Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850Uten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
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...music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavor; And tonight I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from...clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; 153 Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of... | |
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