Maxioms by Edward Young
What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.
What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.
Fond man! the vision of a moment made!
Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!
Fond man! the vision of a moment made!
Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!
Give me, indulgent gods! with mind serene,
And guiltless heart, to range the sylvan scene;
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Give me, indulgent gods! with mind serene,
And guiltless heart, to range the sylvan scene;
No splendid poverty, no smiling care,
No well-bred hate, or servile grandeur, there.
Amid my list of blessings infinite,
Stands this the foremost, "That my heart has bled."
Amid my list of blessings infinite,
Stands this the foremost, "That my heart has bled."
Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
