Maxioms by George Crabbe
"What is a church?"--Our honest sexton tells,
'Tis a tall building, with a tower and bells.
"What is a church?"--Our honest sexton tells,
'Tis a tall building, with a tower and bells.
A sly old fish, too cunning for the hook.
A sly old fish, too cunning for the hook.
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.
To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent!
To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent!
But 'twas a maxim he had often tried,
That right was right, and there he would abide.
But 'twas a maxim he had often tried,
That right was right, and there he would abide.
