Maxioms by Thomas Gray
Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
When your courtyard twists, do not pour the water abroad.
When your courtyard twists, do not pour the water abroad.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight!
Ye unborn ages, crown not on my soul.
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight!
Ye unborn ages, crown not on my soul.
They had finished her own crown in glory, and she couldn't stay
away from the coronation.
They had finished her own crown in glory, and she couldn't stay
away from the coronation.
