Maxioms by Thomas Gray
Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.
Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.
E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
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.
Grim-visaged, comfortless despair.
Grim-visaged, comfortless despair.
