“Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.”

“Thoughts that we breathe and words that burn…”

“Poetry is thoughts that breath and words that burn.”

“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.”

“The paths of glory lead but to the grave.”

“Ignorance is bliss”

“The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow’r,And all that beauty, all that wealth e’er gaveAwaits alike the inevitable hour:The paths of glory lead but to the grave.”