Awake, /Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take ; The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream...
Elegy Written in Country Churchyard and Other Poems - Page 104
by Thomas Gray - 1853 - 186 pages
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