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Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
Thomas Gray
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Thomas Gray
Age: 54 †
Born: 1716
Born: December 26
Died: 1771
Died: July 30
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London
England
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Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions date descry.
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Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to mis'ry (all he had) a tear, He gained from Heav'n ('t was all he wish'd) a friend.
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As to posterity, I may ask what has it ever done to oblige me?
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How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great!
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For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind?
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The different steps and degrees of education may be compared to the artificer's operations upon marble it is one thing to dig it out of the quarry, and another to square it, to give it gloss and lustre, call forth every beautiful spot and vein, shape it into a column, or animate it into a statue.
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Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
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The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
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To brisk notes in cadence beating, glance their many-twinkling feet.
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Not all that tempts your wandering eyes And heedless hearts, is lawful prize Nor all that glisters gold.
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We frolic while 'tis May.
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T'was Spring, t'was Summer, all was gay Now Autumn bears a cloud brow The flowers of Spring are swept way And Summer fruits desert the bough
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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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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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The time will come, when thou shalt lift thine eyes To watch a long-drawn battle in the skies. While aged peasants, too amazed for words, Stare at the flying fleets of wondrous birds.
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And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.
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Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed.
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One principal characteristic of vice in the present age is the contempt of fame.
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Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
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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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