Maxioms by Thomas Campbell
Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame,
The power of grace, the magic of a name.
Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame,
The power of grace, the magic of a name.
There was silence deep as death;
And the boldest held his breath,
For a time.
There was silence deep as death;
And the boldest held his breath,
For a time.
Men of England! who inherit
Rights that cost your sires their blood.
Men of England! who inherit
Rights that cost your sires their blood.
Victory has a hundred fathers, but defeat is an orphan.
Victory has a hundred fathers, but defeat is an orphan.
What we might call, by way of Eminence, the Dismal Science.
What we might call, by way of Eminence, the Dismal Science.
