Maxioms by Thomas Moore
Steals timidly away,
Shrinking as violets do in summer's ray.
Steals timidly away,
Shrinking as violets do in summer's ray.
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!
To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.
To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.
Young Timothy
Learnt sin to fly.
Young Timothy
Learnt sin to fly.
Good-bye--my paper's out so nearly,
I've only room for, Yours sincerely.
Good-bye--my paper's out so nearly,
I've only room for, Yours sincerely.
