Maxioms by Robert Southey
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.
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.
Now, motionless and dark, eluded search
Self-shrouded: and anon, starring the sky,
Rose like a shower of read more
Now, motionless and dark, eluded search
Self-shrouded: and anon, starring the sky,
Rose like a shower of fire.
