Maxioms by Alexander Smith
Every man's road in life is marked by the graves of his personal likings.
Every man's road in life is marked by the graves of his personal likings.
The sun was down,
And all the west was paved with sullen fire.
I cried, "Behold! the read more
The sun was down,
And all the west was paved with sullen fire.
I cried, "Behold! the barren beach of hell
At ebb of tide."
The pale child, Eve, leading her mother, Night.
The pale child, Eve, leading her mother, Night.
To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.
To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.
The sea complains upon a thousand shores.
The sea complains upon a thousand shores.
