Maxioms by Thomas Moore
To Greece we give our shining blades.
To Greece we give our shining blades.
Yes,--rather plunge me back in pagan night,
And take my chance with Socrates for bliss,
Than be read more
Yes,--rather plunge me back in pagan night,
And take my chance with Socrates for bliss,
Than be the Christian of a faith like this,
Which builds on heavenly cant its earthly sway,
And in a convert mourns to lose a prey.
Like the stain'd web that whitens in the sun,
Grow pure by being purely shone upon.
Like the stain'd web that whitens in the sun,
Grow pure by being purely shone upon.
Steals timidly away,
Shrinking as violets do in summer's ray.
Steals timidly away,
Shrinking as violets do in summer's ray.
Though an angel should write, still 'tis devils must print.
Though an angel should write, still 'tis devils must print.
