Maxioms by Robert Southey
Cold is thy hopeless heart, even as charity.
Cold is thy hopeless heart, even as charity.
And as, when all the summer trees are seen
So bright and green,
The Holly leaves a read more
And as, when all the summer trees are seen
So bright and green,
The Holly leaves a sober hue display
Less bright than they,
But when the bare and wintry woods we see,
What then so cheerful as the Holly-tree?
If you would be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams--the more they are condensed, the read more
If you would be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams--the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.
It is with words as with sunbeams--the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.
It is with words as with sunbeams--the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.
