Maxioms by John Dryden
At every close she made, th' attending throng
Replied, and bore the burden of the song:
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At every close she made, th' attending throng
Replied, and bore the burden of the song:
So just, so small, yet in so sweet a note,
It seemed the music melted in the throat.
But genius must be born, and never can be taught.
But genius must be born, and never can be taught.
Stiff in opinion, always in the wrong.
Stiff in opinion, always in the wrong.
What precious drops are those,
Which silently each other's track pursue,
Bright as young diamonds in their read more
What precious drops are those,
Which silently each other's track pursue,
Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
