Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.
Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.
Night comes, world-jewelled, . . .
The stars rush forth in myriads as to wage
War with read more
Night comes, world-jewelled, . . .
The stars rush forth in myriads as to wage
War with the lines of Darkness; and the moon,
Pale ghost of Night, comes haunting the cold earth
After the sun's red sea-death--quietless.
The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!
The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!
Who never doubted, never half believed.
Where doubt there truth is--'tis her shadow.
Who never doubted, never half believed.
Where doubt there truth is--'tis her shadow.
