Maxioms by Thomas Gray
Hard Unkindness' alter'd eye,
That mocks the tear if forced to flow.
Hard Unkindness' alter'd eye,
That mocks the tear if forced to flow.
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.
Chill penury repress'd their noble rage,
And froze the genial current of the soul.
Chill penury repress'd their noble rage,
And froze the genial current of the soul.
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
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.
