Maxioms by Thomas Campbell
On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh,
No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I;
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On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh,
No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I;
No harp like my own could so cheerily play,
And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.
And hears thy stormy music in the drum!
And hears thy stormy music in the drum!
A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.
A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.
Better be courted and jilted
Than never be courted at all.
Better be courted and jilted
Than never be courted at all.
He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.
He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.
