Robert Southey

It is with words as with sunbeams--the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.

It is with words as with sunbeams--the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.

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.

If you would be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams--the more they are condensed, the read more

If you would be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams--the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.

. . . make the abhorrent eye
Roll back and close.

. . . make the abhorrent eye
Roll back and close.

The solitary Bee
Whose buzzing was the only sound of life,
Flew there on restless wing,
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The solitary Bee
Whose buzzing was the only sound of life,
Flew there on restless wing,
Seeking in vain one blossom where to fix.