Maxioms by Robert Southey
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.
. . . make the abhorrent eye
Roll back and close.
. . . make the abhorrent eye
Roll back and close.
"How does the Water
Come down at Lodore?"
"How does the Water
Come down at Lodore?"
Cold is thy hopeless heart, even as charity.
Cold is thy hopeless heart, even as charity.
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.
