Maxioms by Robert Southey
While Washington hath left
His awful memory,
A light for after times.
While Washington hath left
His awful memory,
A light for after times.
Affliction is not sent in vain, young man,
From that good God, who chastens whom he loves.
Affliction is not sent in vain, young man,
From that good God, who chastens whom he loves.
Three things a wise man will not trust,
The wind, the sunshine of an April day,
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Three things a wise man will not trust,
The wind, the sunshine of an April day,
And woman's plighted faith.
Midnight, and yet no eye
Through all the Imperial City closed in sleep.
Midnight, and yet no eye
Through all the Imperial City closed in sleep.
