Maxioms by Laman Blanchard
Glass antique! 'twixt thee and Nell
Draw we here a parallel!
She, like thee, was forced to read more
Glass antique! 'twixt thee and Nell
Draw we here a parallel!
She, like thee, was forced to bear
All reflections, foul or fair.
Thou art deep and bright within,
Depths as bright belong'd to Gwynne;
Thou art very frail as well,
Frail as flesh is,--so was Nell.
Pleasures lie thickest where no pleasures seem;
There's not a leaf that falls upon the ground
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Pleasures lie thickest where no pleasures seem;
There's not a leaf that falls upon the ground
but holds some joy of silence or of sound,
Some sprite begotten of a summer dream.
