Maxioms by Thomas Campbell
Better be courted and jilted
Than never be courted at all.
Better be courted and jilted
Than never be courted at all.
'Twas sung, how they were lovely in their lives,
And in their deaths had not divided been.
'Twas sung, how they were lovely in their lives,
And in their deaths had not divided been.
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.
A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.
A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.
