Maxioms by Robert Southey
And as, when all the summer trees are seen
So bright and green,
The Holly leaves a read more
And as, when all the summer trees are seen
So bright and green,
The Holly leaves a sober hue display
Less bright than they,
But when the bare and wintry woods we see,
What then so cheerful as the Holly-tree?
Three things a wise man will not trust,
The wind, the sunshine of an April day,
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Three things a wise man will not trust,
The wind, the sunshine of an April day,
And woman's plighted faith.
It is with words as with sunbeams--the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.
It is with words as with sunbeams--the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.
Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky
Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray,
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Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky
Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray,
Each in the south melting.
