Maxioms by Thomas Gray
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Weave the warp, and weave the woof,
The winding sheet of Edward's race;
Give ample room and read more
Weave the warp, and weave the woof,
The winding sheet of Edward's race;
Give ample room and verge enough
The characters of Hell to trace.
From Helicon's harmonious springs
A thousand rills their mazy progress take.
From Helicon's harmonious springs
A thousand rills their mazy progress take.
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.
