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.
The long days are no happier than the short ones.
The long days are no happier than the short ones.
America! half brother of the world!
With something good and bad of every land.
America! half brother of the world!
With something good and bad of every land.
As the master so the valet. (Like master, like man.)
[Fr., Fel maltre, tel valet.]
As the master so the valet. (Like master, like man.)
[Fr., Fel maltre, tel valet.]
The stars,
Which stand as thick as dewdrops on the fields
Of heaven.
The stars,
Which stand as thick as dewdrops on the fields
Of heaven.
