Maxioms by Thomas Gray
In climes beyond the solar road.
In climes beyond the solar road.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
Thou tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour
The bad affright, afflict the read more
Thou tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour
The bad affright, afflict the best!
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.
A favorite has no friend!
A favorite has no friend!
