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!
Humility, that low, sweet root,
From which all heavenly virtues shoot.
Humility, that low, sweet root,
From which all heavenly virtues shoot.
While mantling on the maiden's cheek
Young roses kindled into thought.
While mantling on the maiden's cheek
Young roses kindled into thought.
To Greece we give our shining blades.
To Greece we give our shining blades.
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.
