Maxioms by Thomas Gray
E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
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.
Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows,
While proudly rising o'er the azure realm
In read more
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.
When iron scourge, and tort'ring hour
The bad affright, afflict the best.
When iron scourge, and tort'ring hour
The bad affright, afflict the best.
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?
