Maxioms by Robert Southey
And so never ending,
But always descending.
And so never ending,
But always descending.
Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky
Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray,
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Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky
Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray,
Each in the south melting.
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.
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.
