Maxioms by Robert Southey
Cold is thy hopeless heart, even as charity.
Cold is thy hopeless heart, even as charity.
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.
Now, motionless and dark, eluded search
Self-shrouded: and anon, starring the sky,
Rose like a shower of read more
Now, motionless and dark, eluded search
Self-shrouded: and anon, starring the sky,
Rose like a shower of fire.
