Maxioms by George Crabbe
Feed the musician, and he's out of tune
Feed the musician, and he's out of tune
Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies,
Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies;
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Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies,
Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies;
The fleecy clouds their chilly bosoms bare,
And shed their substance on the floating air.
In her experience all her friends relied,
Heaven was her help and nature was her guide.
In her experience all her friends relied,
Heaven was her help and nature was her guide.
To show the world what long experience gains,
Requires not courage, though it calls for pains;
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To show the world what long experience gains,
Requires not courage, though it calls for pains;
But at life's outset to inform mankind
Is a bold effort of a valiant mind.
Habit with him was all the test of truth;
"It must be right: I've done it from my youth."
Habit with him was all the test of truth;
"It must be right: I've done it from my youth."
