Maxioms by Robert Southey
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.
It is with words as with sunbeams--the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.
It is with words as with sunbeams--the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.
Midnight, and yet no eye
Through all the Imperial City closed in sleep.
Midnight, and yet no eye
Through all the Imperial City closed in sleep.
And so never ending,
But always descending.
And so never ending,
But always descending.
Cold is thy hopeless heart, even as charity.
Cold is thy hopeless heart, even as charity.
