Maxioms by Thomas Gray
Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire.
Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire.
The still small voice of gratitude.
The still small voice of gratitude.
Not all that tempts your wandering eyes
And heedless hearts is lawful prize,
Not all that glisters read more
Not all that tempts your wandering eyes
And heedless hearts is lawful prize,
Not all that glisters gold.
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.
