Maxioms by Thomas Moore
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and
that is eternity.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and
that is eternity.
On my velvet couch reclining,
Ivy leaves my brow entwining,
While my soul expands with glee,
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On my velvet couch reclining,
Ivy leaves my brow entwining,
While my soul expands with glee,
What are kings and crowns to me?
Rich and rare were the gems she wore,
And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore.
Rich and rare were the gems she wore,
And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore.
To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.
To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.
Like a young eagle, who has lent his plume
To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom,
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Like a young eagle, who has lent his plume
To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom,
See their own feathers pluck'd, to wing the dart,
Which rank corruption destines for their heart!
