Maxioms by Thomas Gray
In climes beyond the solar road.
In climes beyond the solar road.
Where ignorance is bliss,
'Tis folly to be wise.
Where ignorance is bliss,
'Tis folly to be wise.
Yet ah! why should they know their fate?Since sorrow never comes too late,And happiness too swiftly flies.Thought would destroy their read more
Yet ah! why should they know their fate?Since sorrow never comes too late,And happiness too swiftly flies.Thought would destroy their paradise.No more; where ignorance is bliss,'Tis folly to be wise. - Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College.
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.
