Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
The sole equality on earth is death.
The sole equality on earth is death.
Could I love less, I should be happier now.
Could I love less, I should be happier now.
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.
The long days are no happier than the short ones.
The long days are no happier than the short ones.
The sun, centre and sire of light,
The keystone of the world-built arch of heaven.
The sun, centre and sire of light,
The keystone of the world-built arch of heaven.
