Maxioms by Robert Blair
The schoolboy, with his satchel in his hand,
Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.
The schoolboy, with his satchel in his hand,
Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.
The grave, dread thing!
Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled,
Shakes off her wonted firmness.
The grave, dread thing!
Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled,
Shakes off her wonted firmness.
The common damn'd shun their society.
The common damn'd shun their society.
Ye undertakers, tell us,
'Midst all the gorgeous figures you exhibit,
Why is the principal conceal'd, for read more
Ye undertakers, tell us,
'Midst all the gorgeous figures you exhibit,
Why is the principal conceal'd, for which
You make this mighty stir?
When it draws near to witching time of night.
When it draws near to witching time of night.
