Maxioms by Thomas Gray
Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows,
While proudly rising o'er the azure realm
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Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows,
While proudly rising o'er the azure realm
In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes,
Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm.
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.
Loose his beard, and hoary hair
Stream's, like a meteor, to the troubled air.
Loose his beard, and hoary hair
Stream's, like a meteor, to the troubled air.
To brisk notes in cadence beating
Glance their many-twinkling feet.
To brisk notes in cadence beating
Glance their many-twinkling feet.
What female heart can gold despise?
What cat's averse to fish?
What female heart can gold despise?
What cat's averse to fish?
