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Ye Towers Of Julius, London's Lasting Shame, With Many A Foul And Midnight Murder Fed.
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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
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Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
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Glance their many-twinkling feet.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Progress of Poesy, I, 3, Line 11...
And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest. -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, III, 3, Line 3
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers.
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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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Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race.
Give ample room and verge enough The characters of hell to trace....
To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay.
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Comus and his midnight crew. -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Ode for Music, Line 2