The poets of the present day who would raise the epic song cry out, like Archimedes of old, give us a place to stand on and we will move the world. This is, as we conceive, the true difficulty.
The poets of the present day who would raise the epic song cry out, like Archimedes of old, give us a place to stand on and we will move the world. This is, as we conceive, the true difficulty.
IT is pleasing to frequent the places from which the feet of those whom this world calls great have passed away, to see the same groves and streams that they saw, to hear the same sabbath bells, to linger beneath the roof under which they lived, and be shaded by the same tree which shaded them.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories