Robert Southey

Cold is thy hopeless heart, even as charity.

Cold is thy hopeless heart, even as charity.

Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky
Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray,
Each read more

Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky
Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray,
Each in the south melting.

All deception in the course of life is indeed nothing else but a lie reduced to practice, and falsehood passing read more

All deception in the course of life is indeed nothing else but a lie reduced to practice, and falsehood passing from words into things.

No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each read more

No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.

And so never ending,
But always descending.

And so never ending,
But always descending.