Maxioms by Thomas Gray
From Helicon's harmonious springs
A thousand rills their mazy progress take.
From Helicon's harmonious springs
A thousand rills their mazy progress take.
Tho' he inherit
Not the pride, nor ample pinion,
That the Theban eagle bear,
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Tho' he inherit
Not the pride, nor ample pinion,
That the Theban eagle bear,
Sailing with supreme dominion
Thro' the azure deep of air.
Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
Where ignorance is bliss,
'Tis folly to be wise.
Where ignorance is bliss,
'Tis folly to be wise.
The meanest floweret of the vale,
The simplest note that swells the gale,
The common sun, the read more
The meanest floweret of the vale,
The simplest note that swells the gale,
The common sun, the air, the skies,
To him are open paradise.
