Robert Southey

Three things a wise man will not trust,
The wind, the sunshine of an April day,
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Three things a wise man will not trust,
The wind, the sunshine of an April day,
And woman's plighted faith.

. . . make the abhorrent eye
Roll back and close.

. . . make the abhorrent eye
Roll back and close.

If you would be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams--the more they are condensed, the read more

If you would be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams--the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.

She comes majestic with her swelling sails,
The gallant Ship: along her watery way,
Homeward she drives read more

She comes majestic with her swelling sails,
The gallant Ship: along her watery way,
Homeward she drives before the favouring gales;
Now flirting at their length the streamers play,
And now they ripple with the ruffling breeze.

O Reader! hast thou ever stood to see
The Holly-tree?
The eye that contemplates it well perceives
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O Reader! hast thou ever stood to see
The Holly-tree?
The eye that contemplates it well perceives
Its glossy leaves
Ordered by an Intelligence so wise
As might confound the Atheist's sophistries.