Maxioms by Thomas Hood
A man of refined taste and judgment.
A man of refined taste and judgment.
The Quaker loves an ample brim,
A hat that bows to no Salaam;
And dear the beaver read more
The Quaker loves an ample brim,
A hat that bows to no Salaam;
And dear the beaver is to him
As if it never made a dam.
Father of rosy day,
No more thy clouds of incense rise;
But waking flow'rs,
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Father of rosy day,
No more thy clouds of incense rise;
But waking flow'rs,
At morning hours,
Give out their sweets to meet thee in the skies.
Oh, God! that bread should be so dear,
And flesh and blood so cheap!
Oh, God! that bread should be so dear,
And flesh and blood so cheap!
How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky
The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky
The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
