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And Truth Severe, By Fairy Fiction Drest. -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, III, 3, Line 3
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And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771)
-- The Bard, III, 3, Line 3
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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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Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
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While bright-eyed Science watches round.
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To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay.
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