Visions of glory, spare my aching sight...
Thomas Gray
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Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
A favorite has no friend!
Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come, nor care beyond to-day.
Commerce changes the fate and genius of nations.
Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, the rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Sweet is the breath of vernal shower,The bee's collected treasures sweet,Sweet music's melting full, but sweeter yetThe still small voice of gratitude.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Thought would destroy their paradise.
'Tis folly to be wise.
Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, he had not the method of making a fortune.
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight...
Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.
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