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How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great!
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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Indigent
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Littles
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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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As to posterity, I may ask what has it ever done to oblige me?
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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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Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed.
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And moody madness laughing wild Amid severest woe.
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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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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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Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
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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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O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move The bloom of young Desire and purple light of love.
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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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Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor.
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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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