Maxioms by Thomas Campbell
Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky.
Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky.
What we might call, by way of Eminence, the Dismal Science.
What we might call, by way of Eminence, the Dismal Science.
For there no yew nor cypress spread their glom
But roses blossom'd each rustic tomb.
For there no yew nor cypress spread their glom
But roses blossom'd each rustic tomb.
Auspicious Hope! in thy sweet garden grow
Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe.
Auspicious Hope! in thy sweet garden grow
Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe.
Victory has a hundred fathers, but defeat is an orphan.
Victory has a hundred fathers, but defeat is an orphan.
