Maxioms by Thomas Campbell
Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame,
The power of grace, the magic of a name.
Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame,
The power of grace, the magic of a name.
To live in hearts we leave behind,
Is not to die.
To live in hearts we leave behind,
Is not to die.
His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.
His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.
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.
A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.
A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.
