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Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor.
Thomas Gray
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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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Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.
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Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
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Her track, where'er the goddess roves, Glory pursue, and gen'rous shame, Th' unconquerable mind, and freedom's holy flame.
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Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
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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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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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The hues of bliss more brightly glow, Chastis'd by sabler tints of woe.
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Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my 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 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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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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And moody madness laughing wild Amid severest woe.
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We frolic while 'tis May.
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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.
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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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Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.
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Thought would destroy their paradise.
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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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How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great!
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