Maxioms by Thomas Gray
And read their history in a nation's eyes.
And read their history in a nation's eyes.
Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.
Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.
Thou tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour
The bad affright, afflict the read more
Thou tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour
The bad affright, afflict the best!
They hear a voice in every wind,
And snatch a fearful joy.
They hear a voice in every wind,
And snatch a fearful joy.
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight!
Ye unborn ages, crown not on my soul.
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight!
Ye unborn ages, crown not on my soul.
