Maxioms by Thomas Hood
How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky
The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky
The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.
A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.
Spontaneously to God should turn the soul,
Like the magnetic needle to the pole;
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Spontaneously to God should turn the soul,
Like the magnetic needle to the pole;
But what were that intrinsic virtue worth,
Suppose some fellow, with more zeal than knowledge,
Fresh from St. Andrew's College,
Should nail the conscious needle to the north?
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.
Alas! the fleeting years, how they roll on!
Alas! the fleeting years, how they roll on!
