Maxioms by Thomas Hood
And daisy-stars, whose firmament is green.
And daisy-stars, whose firmament is green.
At night, to his own dark fancies a prey,
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way,
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At night, to his own dark fancies a prey,
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way,
Tormenting himself with his prickles.
Add a sprinkling of folly to your long deliberations.
Add a sprinkling of folly to your long deliberations.
Alas! for the rarity
Of Christian charity
Under the sun.
Oh! it was pitiful!
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Alas! for the rarity
Of Christian charity
Under the sun.
Oh! it was pitiful!
Near a whole city full,
Home had she none.
