Maxioms by Thomas Moore
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.
I'm one of the undeserving poor . . . up ugen middle-class
morality all the time . . . read more
I'm one of the undeserving poor . . . up ugen middle-class
morality all the time . . . . What is middle-class morality?
Just an excuse for never giving me anything.
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.
Though an angel should write, still 'tis devils must print.
Though an angel should write, still 'tis devils must print.
