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.
Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky
Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray,
Each read more
Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky
Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray,
Each in the south melting.
And so never ending,
But always descending.
And so never ending,
But always descending.
She comes majestic with her swelling sails,
The gallant Ship: along her watery way,
Homeward she drives read more
She comes majestic with her swelling sails,
The gallant Ship: along her watery way,
Homeward she drives before the favouring gales;
Now flirting at their length the streamers play,
And now they ripple with the ruffling breeze.
