Thomas Gray

The meanest floweret of the vale,
The simplest note that swells the gale,
The common sun, the read more

The meanest floweret of the vale,
The simplest note that swells the gale,
The common sun, the air, the skies,
To him are open paradise.

Hell is full of good intentions.
[Sp., El infierno es lleno de buenas intenciones.]

Hell is full of good intentions.
[Sp., El infierno es lleno de buenas intenciones.]

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,
The read more

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

Rich windows that exclude the light,
And passages that lead to nothing.

Rich windows that exclude the light,
And passages that lead to nothing.

As to posterity, I may ask (with somebody whom I have forgot)
what has it ever done to oblige read more

As to posterity, I may ask (with somebody whom I have forgot)
what has it ever done to oblige me?