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We frolic while 'tis May.

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Thomas Gray
Age: 54 †
Born: 1716
Born: December 26
Died: 1771
Died: July 30
Literary Critic
Poet
London
England
Frolic
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. 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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Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.
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Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.
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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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Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor.
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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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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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Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
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But knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
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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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Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
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The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
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Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
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To brisk notes in cadence beating, glance their many-twinkling feet.
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Along the cool sequestered vale of life, They kept the noiseless tenour of their way.
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The hues of bliss more brightly glow, Chastis'd by sabler tints of woe.
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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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Ah, tell them they are men!
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