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• And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest. -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, III, 3, Line 3
• Glance their many-twinkling feet.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Progress of Poesy, I, 3, Line 11...
• While bright-eyed Science watches round.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Ode for Music, Chorus, Line 3...
• Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, I, 2, Line 5...
• Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes; Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, I, 3, Line 12...
• From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Progress of Poesy, I, 1, Line 3...
• Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, II, 3, Line 11...
• Ruin seize thee, ruthless king! Confusion on thy banners wait!
  Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state....
• The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude, Line 53...