Maxioms by Hartley Coleridge
The merry lark he soars on high,
No worldly thought o'ertakes him.
He sings aloud to the read more
The merry lark he soars on high,
No worldly thought o'ertakes him.
He sings aloud to the clear blue sky,
And the daylight that awakes him.
Her very frowns are fairer far
Than smiles of other maidens are.
Her very frowns are fairer far
Than smiles of other maidens are.
