Maxioms by Thomas Gray
No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode
(There they read more
No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode
(There they alike in trembling hope repose),
The bosom of his Father and his God.
The Attic warbler pours her throat
Responsive to the cuckoo's note.
The Attic warbler pours her throat
Responsive to the cuckoo's note.
A favorite has no friend!
A favorite has no friend!
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
When your courtyard twists, do not pour the water abroad.
When your courtyard twists, do not pour the water abroad.
