Maxioms by Thomas Moore
Those evening bells! those evening bells!
How many a tale their music tells!
Those evening bells! those evening bells!
How many a tale their music tells!
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.
Oh, colder than the wind that freezes
Founts, that but now in sunshine play'd,
Is that congealing read more
Oh, colder than the wind that freezes
Founts, that but now in sunshine play'd,
Is that congealing pang which seizes
The trusting bosom, when betray'd.
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!
Like ships that have gone down at sea,
When heaven was all tranquillity.
Like ships that have gone down at sea,
When heaven was all tranquillity.
