Maxioms by Thomas Hood
She stood breast-high amid the corn,
Clasp'd by the golden light of morn,
Like the sweetheart of read more
She stood breast-high amid the corn,
Clasp'd by the golden light of morn,
Like the sweetheart of the sun,
Who many a glowing kiss had won.
Sweet are the little brooks that run
O'er pebbles glancing in the sun,
Singing in soothing tones.
Sweet are the little brooks that run
O'er pebbles glancing in the sun,
Singing in soothing tones.
A cup concealed in the dress is rarely honestly carried.
A cup concealed in the dress is rarely honestly carried.
A man perfect to the finger tips.
A man perfect to the finger tips.
The cowslip is a country wench.
The cowslip is a country wench.
