Robert Southey

Midnight, and yet no eye
Through all the Imperial City closed in sleep.

Midnight, and yet no eye
Through all the Imperial City closed in sleep.

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,
And read more

Three things a wise man will not trust,
The wind, the sunshine of an April day,
And woman's plighted faith.

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.

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.