ut pueris placeas et declamation fias!
On every blooming tree,
And spreads her sheets o' daisies white
Out o'er the grassy lea.
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z
featuring 1 font
Calls us; we lose the prime, to mark how spring
Our tended plants, how blows the citron grove,
What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed,
How nature paints her colours, how the bee
Sits on the bloom, extracting liquid sweet.
HEX: #FE736F
RGB: 254 115 111
RGB: 254 115 111
HEX: #78A0FF
RGB: 120 160 255
RGB: 120 160 255
HEX: #73C842
RGB: 115 200 66
RGB: 115 200 66
HEX: #DCDCEA
RGB: 220 220 234
RGB: 220 220 234
HEX: #F8F8F9
RGB: 248 248 249
RGB: 248 248 249
Mount o'er the Vales, and seem to tread the Sky;
Th' Eternal Snows appear already past,
And the first Clouds and Mountains seem the last:
But those attain'd, we tremble to survey
The growing Labours of the lengthen'd Way,
Th' increasing Prospect tires our wandring Eyes,
Hills peep o'er Hills, and Alps on Alps arise!
