Maxioms by William Cowper
I was a stricken deer that left the herd
Long since.
I was a stricken deer that left the herd
Long since.
His mind his kingdom, and his will his law.
His mind his kingdom, and his will his law.
Still ending, and beginning still.
Still ending, and beginning still.
Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise,
We love the play-place of our early days;
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Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise,
We love the play-place of our early days;
The scene is touching, and the heart is stone,
That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
As creeping ivy clings to wood or stone,
And hides the ruin that it feeds upon.
As creeping ivy clings to wood or stone,
And hides the ruin that it feeds upon.
