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Thomas Gray (1716 – 1771)


English poet, classical scholar, and professor of history at Cambridge University.
Thomas Gray
The verse adorn again
Fierce War, and faithful Love,
And Truth severe, by fairy Fiction drest.
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Ah, tell them they are men!
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Sweet is the breath of vernal shower,
The bee's collected treasures sweet,
Sweet music's melting fall, but sweeter yet
The still small voice of gratitude.




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Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow'r
The moping owl does to the moon complain.
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Not all that tempts your wandering eyes
And heedless hearts, is lawful prize;
Nor all that glisters gold.
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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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When love could teach a monarch to be wise,
And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes.
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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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In glittering arms and glory dressed,
High he rears his ruby crest.
There the thundering strokes begin,
There the press and there the din;
Talymalfra's rocky shore
Echoing to the battle's roar.
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And hie him home, at evening's close,
To sweet repast and calm repose.
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Bright-eyed Fancy, hov'ring o'er,
Scatters from her pictured urn
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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Iron sleet of arrowy shower
Hurtles in the darkened air.
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Glance their many-twinkling feet.
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Loose his beard, and hoary hair
Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air.
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No dolphin came, no Nereid stirred;
Nor cruel Tom, nor Susan heard.
A favourite has no friend!
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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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Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault
The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
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Now my weary lips I close;
Leave me, leave me to repose!
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Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame,
With many a foul and midnight murder fed.


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