Maxioms by Thomas Gray
And to hie him home, at evening's close,
To sweet repast, and calm repose.
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And to hie him home, at evening's close,
To sweet repast, and calm repose.
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From toil we wins his spirits light,
From busy day the peaceful night;
Rich, from the very want of wealth,
In heaven's best treasures, peace and health.
Some bold adventurers disdain
The limits of their little reign,
And unknown regions date descry.
Some bold adventurers disdain
The limits of their little reign,
And unknown regions date descry.
Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast,
The little tyrant of his fields withstood,
Some mute inglorious read more
Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast,
The little tyrant of his fields withstood,
Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,
Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
To warm their little loves the birds complain.
To warm their little loves the birds complain.
