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The Boast Of Heraldry, The Pomp Of Pow'r, And All That Beauty, All That Wealth E'er Gave, Await Alike The Inevitable Hour.
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The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
Await alike the inevitable hour.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771)
-- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 9
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The paths of glory lead but to the grave. -- Grey's Elegy
Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 20...
The breezy call of incense-breathing morn.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 5...
Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 12...
And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 21...
Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 25...
Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 4...
E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 23...
Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 17...