Maxioms by George Crabbe
But 'twas a maxim he had often tried,
That right was right, and there he would abide.
But 'twas a maxim he had often tried,
That right was right, and there he would abide.
All green was vanished save of pine and yew,
That still displayed their melancholy hue;
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All green was vanished save of pine and yew,
That still displayed their melancholy hue;
Save the green holly with its berries red,
And the green moss that o'er the gravel spread.
Some hearts are hidden, some have not a heart.
Some hearts are hidden, some have not a heart.
His patient soul endures what Heav'n ordains,
But neither feels nor fears ideal pains.
His patient soul endures what Heav'n ordains,
But neither feels nor fears ideal pains.
To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent!
To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent!
