Robert Southey

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.

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?

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.

Three things a wise man will not trust,
The wind, the sunshine of an April day,
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Three things a wise man will not trust,
The wind, the sunshine of an April day,
And woman's plighted faith.

. . . make the abhorrent eye
Roll back and close.

. . . make the abhorrent eye
Roll back and close.