Maxioms by James Beattie
Changed to a lapwing by th' avenging god,
He made the barren waste his lone abode,
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Changed to a lapwing by th' avenging god,
He made the barren waste his lone abode,
And oft on soaring pinions hover'd o'er
The lofty palace then his own no more.
And none speaks false, when there in none to hear.
And none speaks false, when there in none to hear.
He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.
He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.
No jealousy their dawn of love o'ercast,
Nor blasted were their wedded days with strife;
Each season read more
No jealousy their dawn of love o'ercast,
Nor blasted were their wedded days with strife;
Each season looked delightful as it past,
To the fond husband and the faithful wife.
Rocks, torrents, gulfs, and shapes of giant size
And glitt'ring cliff on cliffs, and fiery ramparts rise.
Rocks, torrents, gulfs, and shapes of giant size
And glitt'ring cliff on cliffs, and fiery ramparts rise.
