Maxioms by Thomas Campbell
Again to the battle, Achaians!
Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!
Our land, the first garden of read more
Again to the battle, Achaians!
Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!
Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree--
It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free.
The wine is poured, you should drink it.
[Fr., Le vin est verse, il faut le boire.]
The wine is poured, you should drink it.
[Fr., Le vin est verse, il faut le boire.]
For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.
For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.
Drink to her that each loves best,
And if you nurse a flame
That's told but to read more
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.