Maxioms by William Makepeace Thackeray
Although I enter not,
Yet round about the spot
Ofttimes I hover;
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Although I enter not,
Yet round about the spot
Ofttimes I hover;
And near the sacred gate,
With longing eyes I wait,
Expectant of her.
Christmas is here:
Winds whistle shrill,
Icy and chill,
Little care we:
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Christmas is here:
Winds whistle shrill,
Icy and chill,
Little care we:
Little we fear
Weather without,
Sheltered about
The Mahogany-Tree.
It's not dying for faith that's so hard, it's living up to it.
It's not dying for faith that's so hard, it's living up to it.
Titles are abolished; and the American Republic swarms with men
claiming and bearing them.
Titles are abolished; and the American Republic swarms with men
claiming and bearing them.
He that has ears to hear, let him stuff them with cotton.
He that has ears to hear, let him stuff them with cotton.
