Maxioms by Thomas Moore
Go where glory waits thee;
But while fame elates thee,
Oh! still remember me.
Go where glory waits thee;
But while fame elates thee,
Oh! still remember me.
To Greece we give our shining blades.
To Greece we give our shining blades.
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.
Yet, who can help loving the land that has taught us
Six hundred and eighty-five ways to dress eggs?
Yet, who can help loving the land that has taught us
Six hundred and eighty-five ways to dress eggs?
Those golden birds that, in the spice-time, drop
About the gardens, drunk with that sweet food
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Those golden birds that, in the spice-time, drop
About the gardens, drunk with that sweet food
Whose scent hath lur'd them o'er the summer flood;
And those that under Araby's soft sun
Build their high nests of budding cinnamon.
