Maxioms by Thomas Campbell
For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.
For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.
But, said as angels for the good man's sin,
Weep to record, and blush to give it in.
But, said as angels for the good man's sin,
Weep to record, and blush to give it in.
There was silence deep as death;
And the boldest held his breath,
For a time.
There was silence deep as death;
And the boldest held his breath,
For a time.
To live in hearts we leave behind,
Is not to die.
To live in hearts we leave behind,
Is not to die.
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.