Maxioms by Thomas Moore
In Adam's fall--
We sinned all.
In Adam's fall--
We sinned all.
How calm, how beautiful comes on
The stilly hour, when storms are gone!
When warring winds have read more
How calm, how beautiful comes on
The stilly hour, when storms are gone!
When warring winds have died away,
And clouds, beneath the glancing ray,
Melt off, and leave the land and sea
Sleeping in bright tranquillity.
O, the Shamrock, the green, immortal Shamrock!
Chosen leaf
OF Bard and Chief,
Old read more
O, the Shamrock, the green, immortal Shamrock!
Chosen leaf
OF Bard and Chief,
Old Erin's native Shamrock.
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.
Like a young eagle, who has lent his plume
To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom,
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Like a young eagle, who has lent his plume
To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom,
See their own feathers pluck'd, to wing the dart,
Which rank corruption destines for their heart!
