Maxioms by Thomas Gray
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode
(There they read more
No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode
(There they alike in trembling hope repose),
The bosom of his Father and his God.
Yet ah! why should they know their fate?Since sorrow never comes too late,And happiness too swiftly flies.Thought would destroy their read more
Yet ah! why should they know their fate?Since sorrow never comes too late,And happiness too swiftly flies.Thought would destroy their paradise.No more; where ignorance is bliss,'Tis folly to be wise. - Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College.
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.
Grim-visaged, comfortless despair.
Grim-visaged, comfortless despair.
