Maxioms by Thomas Hood
Such a blush
In the midst of brown was born,
Like red poppies grown with corn.
Such a blush
In the midst of brown was born,
Like red poppies grown with corn.
Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells
When on the undulating air they swim!
Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells
When on the undulating air they swim!
The year's in wane;
There is nothing adorning;
The night has no eve,
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The year's in wane;
There is nothing adorning;
The night has no eve,
And the day has no morning;
Cold winter gives warning!
A cup concealed in the dress is rarely honestly carried.
A cup concealed in the dress is rarely honestly carried.
And daisy-stars, whose firmament is green.
And daisy-stars, whose firmament is green.
