Aeolian 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 of... Poems and Letters of Thomas Gray: With Memoirs of His Life and Writings - Page 466 by Thomas Gray, William Mason - 1820 - 527 pages Full view -
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