Charles Mackay ( 6 of 6 )
Aid the dawning, tongue and pen:
Aid it, hopes of honest men!
Aid the dawning, tongue and pen:
Aid it, hopes of honest men!
Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while read more
Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while they only recover their senses slowly, and one by one.
Cleon hath ten thousand acres,--
Ne'er a one have I;
Cleon dwelleth in a place,--
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Cleon hath ten thousand acres,--
Ne'er a one have I;
Cleon dwelleth in a place,--
In a cottage I.
Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam,
Where the shrill winds whistle free.
Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam,
Where the shrill winds whistle free.
There's a fount about to stream,
There's a light about to beam,
There's a warmth about to read more
There's a fount about to stream,
There's a light about to beam,
There's a warmth about to glow,
There's a flower about to blow;
There's a midnight blackness changing
Into gray;
Men of thought and men of action,
Clear the way.
Water is the mother of the vine,
The nurse and fountain of fecundity,
The adorner and refresher read more
Water is the mother of the vine,
The nurse and fountain of fecundity,
The adorner and refresher of the world.
