Maxioms by Thomas Hood
Seem'd washing his hand with invisible soap
In imperceptible water.
Seem'd washing his hand with invisible soap
In imperceptible water.
She stood breast-high amid the corn,
Clasp'd by the golden light of morn,
Like the sweetheart of read more
She stood breast-high amid the corn,
Clasp'd by the golden light of morn,
Like the sweetheart of the sun,
Who many a glowing kiss had won.
For my part getting up seems not so easy
By half as lying.
For my part getting up seems not so easy
By half as lying.
It is not linen you're wearing out,
But human creatures' lives.
It is not linen you're wearing out,
But human creatures' lives.
Alas! the fleeting years, how they roll on!
Alas! the fleeting years, how they roll on!
