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Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.

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Thomas Gray
Age: 54 †
Born: 1716
Born: December 26
Died: 1771
Died: July 30
Literary Critic
Poet
London
England
Breathe
Poetry
Thoughts
Words
Poetic
Burn
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Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly rising o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm.
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The Attic warbler pours her throat, Responsive to the cuckoo's note, The untaught harmony of spring.
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Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed.
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The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
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Can storied urn, or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
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We frolic while 'tis May.
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When love could teach a monarch to be wise, And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes.
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To Contemplation's sober eye. / Such is the race of Man.
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And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.
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Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come nor care beyond today.
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From toil he wins his spirits light, From busy day the peaceful night Rich, from the very want of wealth, In heaven's best treasures, peace and health.
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Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
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Thought would destroy their paradise.
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How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great!
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As to posterity, I may ask what has it ever done to oblige me?
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Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.
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The hues of bliss more brightly glow, Chastis'd by sabler tints of woe.
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E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
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The applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes.
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Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear.
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