What has not fir'd her bosom or her brain?
What has not fir'd her bosom or her brain?
Or quick effluvia darting through the brain,
Die of a rose in aromatic pain?
Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!
A little knowledge is a dangerous thing. Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain And drinking largely sobers us again.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories