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Ah, tell them they are men!

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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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Men

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Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed.
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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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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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Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
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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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How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great!
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And moody madness laughing wild Amid severest woe.
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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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The hues of bliss more brightly glow, Chastis'd by sabler tints of woe.
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