Maxioms by Thomas Gray
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
In climes beyond the solar road.
In climes beyond the solar road.
The meanest floweret of the vale,
The simplest note that swells the gale,
The common sun, the read more
The meanest floweret of the vale,
The simplest note that swells the gale,
The common sun, the air, the skies,
To him are open paradise.
Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.
Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.
