Maxioms by Robert Southey
Affliction is not sent in vain, young man,
From that good God, who chastens whom he loves.
Affliction is not sent in vain, young man,
From that good God, who chastens whom he loves.
The solitary Bee
Whose buzzing was the only sound of life,
Flew there on restless wing,
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The solitary Bee
Whose buzzing was the only sound of life,
Flew there on restless wing,
Seeking in vain one blossom where to fix.
She comes majestic with her swelling sails,
The gallant Ship: along her watery way,
Homeward she drives read more
She comes majestic with her swelling sails,
The gallant Ship: along her watery way,
Homeward she drives before the favouring gales;
Now flirting at their length the streamers play,
And now they ripple with the ruffling breeze.
Cold is thy hopeless heart, even as charity.
Cold is thy hopeless heart, even as charity.
