Maxioms by Thomas Hood
Where is the pride of Summer,--the green prime,--
The many, many leaves all twinkling?--three
On the mossed read more
Where is the pride of Summer,--the green prime,--
The many, many leaves all twinkling?--three
On the mossed elm; three on the naked lime
Trembling,--and one upon the old oak tree!
Where is the Dryad's immortality?
Take her up tenderly,
Lift her with care;
Fashioned so slenderly,
Young and so read more
Take her up tenderly,
Lift her with care;
Fashioned so slenderly,
Young and so fair!
Stoop where thou wilt, thy careless hand
Some random bud will meet;
Thou canst not tread, but read more
Stoop where thou wilt, thy careless hand
Some random bud will meet;
Thou canst not tread, but thou wilt find
The daisy at thy feet.
A greater liar than the Parthians.
A greater liar than the Parthians.
There's a double beauty whenever a swan
Swims on a lake with her double thereon.
There's a double beauty whenever a swan
Swims on a lake with her double thereon.