Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. – Thomas Gray
Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms. – Thomas Gray
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. – Thomas Gray
Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms. – Thomas Gray
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. – Thomas Gray