Maxioms by Thomas Campbell
Drink to her that each loves best,
And if you nurse a flame
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Drink to her that each loves best,
And if you nurse a flame
That's told but to her mutual breast,
We will not ask her name.
He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.
He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.
Ye field flowers! the gardens eclipse you 'tis true:
Yet wildings of nature, I dote upon you,
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Ye field flowers! the gardens eclipse you 'tis true:
Yet wildings of nature, I dote upon you,
For ye waft me to summers of old,
When the earth teem'd around me with fairy delight,
And when daisies and buttercups gladden'd my sight,
Like treasures of silver and gold.
Hope for a season bade the world farewell,
And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell!
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Hope for a season bade the world farewell,
And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell!
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O'er Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow.
His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.
His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.
