“Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear:
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.”
“The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
Awaits alike th' inevitable hour,
The paths of glory lead but to the grave”
1 comment:
hey, i love that poem. knew the entire thing "by heart"...now only some verses!!!
specially this one:
far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife
their sober wishes never le'rn'd to stray
along the cool sequestered vale of life
they lead the noiseless tenor of their way
think i got it right
:)
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