Robert Southey

And so never ending,
But always descending.

And so never ending,
But always descending.

While Washington hath left
His awful memory,
A light for after times.

While Washington hath left
His awful memory,
A light for after times.

No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each read more

No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.

Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky
Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray,
Each read more

Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky
Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray,
Each in the south melting.

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.