Maxioms by Thomas Gray
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.
Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
read more
Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
Nor care beyond to-day.
A favorite has no friend!
A favorite has no friend!
To brisk notes in cadence beating
Glance their many-twinkling feet.
To brisk notes in cadence beating
Glance their many-twinkling feet.
