Maxioms by Alexander Smith
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.
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.
To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.
To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
