Maxioms by Robert Southey
Cold is thy hopeless heart, even as charity.
Cold is thy hopeless heart, even as charity.
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.
. . . make the abhorrent eye
Roll back and close.
. . . make the abhorrent eye
Roll back and close.
Ambition is an idol, on whose wings great minds are carried only to extreme; to be sublimely great or to read more
Ambition is an idol, on whose wings great minds are carried only to extreme; to be sublimely great or to be nothing.
