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Any fool may write a most valuable book by chance, if he will only tell us what he heard and saw with veracity.

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
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May
Veracity
Book
Valuable
Writing
Saws
Fool
Heard
Chance

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Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
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Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade! Ah, fields beloved in vain! Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow.
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In buskined measures move Pale Grief and pleasing Pain, With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast.
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Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
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Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
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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 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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To Contemplation's sober eye. / Such is the race of Man.
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Thought would destroy their paradise.
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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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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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