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I shall be but a shrimp of an author.

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Thomas Gray
Age: 54 †
Born: 1716
Born: December 26
Died: 1771
Died: July 30
Literary Critic
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London
England
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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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And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.
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Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
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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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Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
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Thought would destroy their paradise.
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To each his suff'rings all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan,- The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. 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, 'T is folly to be wise.
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But knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
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Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear.
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Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
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Ah, tell them they are men!
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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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Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor.
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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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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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To contemplation's sober eye, Such is the race of man And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began, Alike the busy and the gay, But flutter through life's little day.
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Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
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Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.
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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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O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move The bloom of young Desire and purple light of love.
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