Maxioms by Thomas Gray
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send;
He gave read more
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send;
He gave to misery (all he had) a tear,
He gain'd from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
And read their history in a nation's eyes.
And read their history in a nation's eyes.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
