Maxioms by Robert Southey
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.
O Reader! hast thou ever stood to see
The Holly-tree?
The eye that contemplates it well perceives
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O Reader! hast thou ever stood to see
The Holly-tree?
The eye that contemplates it well perceives
Its glossy leaves
Ordered by an Intelligence so wise
As might confound the Atheist's sophistries.
And so never ending,
But always descending.
And so never ending,
But always descending.
"How does the Water
Come down at Lodore?"
"How does the Water
Come down at Lodore?"
