Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
Leave the poor
Some time for self-improvement. Let them not
Be forced to grind the bones out read more
Leave the poor
Some time for self-improvement. Let them not
Be forced to grind the bones out of their arms
For bread, but have some space to think and feel
Like moral and immortal creatures.
What are ye orbs?
The words of God? the Scriptures of the skies?
What are ye orbs?
The words of God? the Scriptures of the skies?
Could I love less, I should be happier now.
Could I love less, I should be happier now.
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.
Joys
Are bubble-like--what makes them bursts them too.
- Philip James Bailey, Festus
Joys
Are bubble-like--what makes them bursts them too.
- Philip James Bailey, Festus
