Maxioms by Robert Blair
When it draws near to witching time of night.
When it draws near to witching time of night.
Smiled like yon knot of cowslips on a cliff.
Smiled like yon knot of cowslips on a cliff.
The good he scorned
Stalked off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost,
Not to return; or if it read more
The good he scorned
Stalked off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost,
Not to return; or if it did, in visits
Like those of angels, short and far between.
The best-concerted schemes men lay for fame,
Die fast away: only themselves die faster.
The far-fam'd sculptor, read more
The best-concerted schemes men lay for fame,
Die fast away: only themselves die faster.
The far-fam'd sculptor, and the laurell'd bard,
Those bold insurancers of deathless fame,
Supply their little feeble aids in vain.
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.