Maxioms by Alexander Pope
How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight!
How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight!
Where stray ye, Muses! in what lawn or grove,
. . . .
In those fair fields read more
Where stray ye, Muses! in what lawn or grove,
. . . .
In those fair fields where sacred Isis glides,
Or else where Cam his winding vales divides?
Such as she is, who died to-day,
Such thou alas! mayst be to-morrow.
Such as she is, who died to-day,
Such thou alas! mayst be to-morrow.
Fine by defect, and delicately weak.
Fine by defect, and delicately weak.
Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his read more
Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.
