Maxioms by Robert Blair
Who gather round, and wonder at the tale
Of horrid apparition, tall and ghastly,
That walks at read more
Who gather round, and wonder at the tale
Of horrid apparition, tall and ghastly,
That walks at dead of night, or takes his stand
O'er some new-open'd grave; and, (strange to tell!)
Evanishes at crowing of the cock.
The grave, dread thing!
Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled,
Shakes off her wonted firmness.
The grave, dread thing!
Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled,
Shakes off her wonted firmness.
The common damn'd shun their society.
The common damn'd shun their society.
The schoolboy, with his satchel in his hand,
Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.
The schoolboy, with his satchel in his hand,
Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.
When it draws near to witching time of night.
When it draws near to witching time of night.
