Maxioms by Thomas Hood
Alas! the fleeting years, how they roll on!
Alas! the fleeting years, how they roll on!
Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams,
Unnatural and full of contradictions;
Yet others of read more
Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams,
Unnatural and full of contradictions;
Yet others of our most romantic schemes
Are something more than fictions.
Gold! gold! gold! gold!
Bright and yellow, hard and cold!
Gold! gold! gold! gold!
Bright and yellow, hard and cold!
Over the brink of it
Picture it--think of it,
Dissolute man.
Lave in it--drink read more
Over the brink of it
Picture it--think of it,
Dissolute man.
Lave in it--drink of it
Then, if you can.
A cup concealed in the dress is rarely honestly carried.
A cup concealed in the dress is rarely honestly carried.
