Maxioms by Thomas Moore
There written all
Black as the damning drops that fall
From the denouncing Angel's pen,
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There written all
Black as the damning drops that fall
From the denouncing Angel's pen,
Ere Mercy weeps them out again.
To Greece we give our shining blades.
To Greece we give our shining blades.
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.
Where bastard Freedom waves
Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
Where bastard Freedom waves
Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
