Maxioms by Thomas Campbell
He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.
He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.
Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky
When storms prepare to part,
I ask not proud Philosophy
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Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky
When storms prepare to part,
I ask not proud Philosophy
To teach me what thou art.
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.]
The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began,
Dropt on the world--a sacred gift to man.
The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began,
Dropt on the world--a sacred gift to man.
