Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
Night comes, world-jewelled, . . .
The stars rush forth in myriads as to wage
War with read more
Night comes, world-jewelled, . . .
The stars rush forth in myriads as to wage
War with the lines of Darkness; and the moon,
Pale ghost of Night, comes haunting the cold earth
After the sun's red sea-death--quietless.
Respect is what we owe; love, what we give.
Respect is what we owe; love, what we give.
My favoured temple is in an humble heart.
My favoured temple is in an humble heart.
When night hath set her silver lamp high,
Then is the time for study.
When night hath set her silver lamp high,
Then is the time for study.
