William Gifford ( 2 of 2 )
Countless the various species of mankind,
Countless the shades which sep'rate mind from mind;
No general object read more
Countless the various species of mankind,
Countless the shades which sep'rate mind from mind;
No general object of desire is known,
Each has his will, and each pursues his own.
Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound;
She feels no biting pang the while she sings,
Nor read more
Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound;
She feels no biting pang the while she sings,
Nor as she turns the giddy wheel around,
Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things.
