Maxioms by Thomas Moore
One morn a Peri at the gate
Of Eden stood disconsolate.
One morn a Peri at the gate
Of Eden stood disconsolate.
To live with them is far less sweet,
Than to remember thee!
To live with them is far less sweet,
Than to remember thee!
O, the Shamrock, the green, immortal Shamrock!
Chosen leaf
OF Bard and Chief,
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O, the Shamrock, the green, immortal Shamrock!
Chosen leaf
OF Bard and Chief,
Old Erin's native Shamrock.
Find me next a Poppy posy,
Type of his harangues so dozy.
Find me next a Poppy posy,
Type of his harangues so dozy.
All that's bright must fade,--
The brightest still the fleetest;
All that's sweet was made
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All that's bright must fade,--
The brightest still the fleetest;
All that's sweet was made
But to be lost when sweetest.