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Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)

  • The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,
The plowman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
- Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
  • Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
- Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
  • The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
- Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard

Horace Walpole

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