Maxioms by Samuel Rogers
I came to the place of my birth and cried: "The friends of my
youth, where are they?"--and an read more
I came to the place of my birth and cried: "The friends of my
youth, where are they?"--and an echo answered, "Where are they?"
The soul of music slumbers in the shell,
Till wak'd and kindled by the master's spell,
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The soul of music slumbers in the shell,
Till wak'd and kindled by the master's spell,
And feeling hearts touch them but lightly--pour
A thousand melodies unheard before!
The Good are better made by Ill,
As odours crushed are sweeter still.
The Good are better made by Ill,
As odours crushed are sweeter still.
Timid dogs more eagerly bark than bite.
Timid dogs more eagerly bark than bite.
