Maxioms by Thomas Moore
Bastard Freedom waves
Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
Bastard Freedom waves
Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
Like Dead Sea fruit that tempts the eye,
But turns to ashes on the lips!
Like Dead Sea fruit that tempts the eye,
But turns to ashes on the lips!
With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence--o'er and o'er again
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With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence--o'er and o'er again
Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain,
And memory, like a drop that, night and day,
Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!
The heart that has truly loved never forgets But as truly loves on to the close.
The heart that has truly loved never forgets But as truly loves on to the close.
Every season hath its pleasure;
Spring may boast her flowery prime,
Yet the vineyard's ruby treasuries
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Every season hath its pleasure;
Spring may boast her flowery prime,
Yet the vineyard's ruby treasuries
Brighten Autumn's sob'rer time.
