Maxioms by James Beattie
'Twas thus by the glare of false science betray'd,
That leads to bewilder, and dazzles to blind.
'Twas thus by the glare of false science betray'd,
That leads to bewilder, and dazzles to blind.
At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
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At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill
And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove.
And none speaks false, when there in none to hear.
And none speaks false, when there in none to hear.
Changed to a lapwing by th' avenging god,
He made the barren waste his lone abode,
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Changed to a lapwing by th' avenging god,
He made the barren waste his lone abode,
And oft on soaring pinions hover'd o'er
The lofty palace then his own no more.
