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To brisk notes in cadence beating, glance their many-twinkling feet.
Thomas Gray
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Thomas Gray
Age: 54 †
Born: 1716
Born: December 26
Died: 1771
Died: July 30
Literary Critic
Poet
London
England
Many
Twinkling
Cadence
Glance
Glances
Beating
Ballet
Notes
Feet
Brisk
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Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor.
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Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
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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 Attic warbler pours her throat, Responsive to the cuckoo's note, The untaught harmony of spring.
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