Maxioms by Samuel Rogers
And the Sabbath bell,
That over wood and wild and mountain dell
Wanders so far, chasing all read more
And the Sabbath bell,
That over wood and wild and mountain dell
Wanders so far, chasing all thoughts unholy
With sounds most musical, most melancholy.
Nothing is so secure in its position as not to be in danger from
the attack even of the read more
Nothing is so secure in its position as not to be in danger from
the attack even of the weak.
I lived to write, and wrote to live
I lived to write, and wrote to live
The soul of music slumbers in the shell,
Till wak'd and kindled by the master's spell,
And read more
The soul of music slumbers in the shell,
Till wak'd and kindled by the master's spell,
And feeling hearts touch them but lightly--pour
A thousand melodies unheard before!
