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.
When your courtyard twists, do not pour the water abroad.
When your courtyard twists, do not pour the water abroad.
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.
Grim-visaged, comfortless despair.
Grim-visaged, comfortless despair.
Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
