Maxioms by James Russell Lowell
No price is set on the lavish summer;
June may be had by the poorest comer.
No price is set on the lavish summer;
June may be had by the poorest comer.
For there's nothing we read of in torture's inventions,
Like a well-meaning dunce, with the best of intentions.
For there's nothing we read of in torture's inventions,
Like a well-meaning dunce, with the best of intentions.
The shadow of a mighty name.
The shadow of a mighty name.
Light is the symbol of truth.
Light is the symbol of truth.
Violet! sweet violet!
Thine eyes are full of tears;
Are they wet
Even yet
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Violet! sweet violet!
Thine eyes are full of tears;
Are they wet
Even yet
With the thought of other years?
