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• To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, I, 2, Line 14...
• 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....
• An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair, And fell adown his shoulders with loose care.
  -- Abraham Cowley (1618-1667) -- Davideis, Book ii, Line 95...
• 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...
• Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows; While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm
  Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey....
• And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest. -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, III, 3, Line 3
• Comus and his midnight crew. -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Ode for Music, Line 2
• Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, III, 1, Line 11...
• 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...