Maxioms by George Crabbe
Some hearts are hidden, some have not a heart.
Some hearts are hidden, some have not a heart.
All green was vanished save of pine and yew,
That still displayed their melancholy hue;
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All green was vanished save of pine and yew,
That still displayed their melancholy hue;
Save the green holly with its berries red,
And the green moss that o'er the gravel spread.
His patient soul endures what Heav'n ordains,
But neither feels nor fears ideal pains.
His patient soul endures what Heav'n ordains,
But neither feels nor fears ideal pains.
The face the index of a feeling mind.
The face the index of a feeling mind.
