Maxioms by Alexander Smith
The pale child, Eve, leading her mother, Night.
The pale child, Eve, leading her mother, Night.
Books are a finer world within the world.
Books are a finer world within the world.
Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.
Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.
The sea complains upon a thousand shores.
The sea complains upon a thousand shores.
We twain have met like the ships upon the sea,
Who behold an hour's converse, so short, so sweet:
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We twain have met like the ships upon the sea,
Who behold an hour's converse, so short, so sweet:
One little hour! and then, away they speed
On lonely paths, through mist, and cloud, and foam,
To meet no more.
