Maxioms by Robert Southey
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.
While Washington hath left
His awful memory,
A light for after times.
While Washington hath left
His awful memory,
A light for after times.
"How does the Water
Come down at Lodore?"
"How does the Water
Come down at Lodore?"
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.
