Maxioms by Walter Savage Landor
Thou breathing dial! since thy day began
The present hour was ever mark'd with shade.
Thou breathing dial! since thy day began
The present hour was ever mark'd with shade.
An ingenuous mind feels in unmerited praise the bitterest reproof.
An ingenuous mind feels in unmerited praise the bitterest reproof.
Music is God's gift to man, the only art of Heaven given to earth, the only art of earth we read more
Music is God's gift to man, the only art of Heaven given to earth, the only art of earth we take to Heaven.
Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry; on the other hand, poetry sinks and swoons under read more
Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry; on the other hand, poetry sinks and swoons under a moderate weight of prose.
Wrong is but falsehood put in practice.
Wrong is but falsehood put in practice.
