Maxioms by Thomas Gray
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
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The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
Await alike th' inevitable hour,
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send;
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Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send;
He gave to misery (all he had) a tear,
He gain'd from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.
To brisk notes in cadence beating
Glance their many-twinkling feet.
To brisk notes in cadence beating
Glance their many-twinkling feet.
Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.