“ Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. ”
Full many a gem of purest ray sereneThe dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear:Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
~ Thomas Gray
Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth,And Melancholy marked him for her own.
Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.
