Maxioms by Thomas Moore
Like Dead Sea fruit that tempts the eye,
But turns to ashes on the lips!
Like Dead Sea fruit that tempts the eye,
But turns to ashes on the lips!
Cheek . . .
Flushing white and mellow'd red;
Gradual tints, as when there glows
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Cheek . . .
Flushing white and mellow'd red;
Gradual tints, as when there glows
In snowy milk the bashful rose.
To Greece we give our shining blades.
To Greece we give our shining blades.
One sole desire, one passion now remains
To keep life's fever still within his veins,
Vengeance! dire read more
One sole desire, one passion now remains
To keep life's fever still within his veins,
Vengeance! dire vengeance on the wretch who cast
O'er him and all he lov'd that ruinous blast.
Like ships that have gone down at sea,
When heaven was all tranquillity.
Like ships that have gone down at sea,
When heaven was all tranquillity.
