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• Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Progress of Poesy, III, 1, Line 12...
• O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Progress of Poesy, I, 3, Line 16...
• Bright-eyed Fancy, hov'ring o'er, Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe and words that burn.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Progress of Poesy, III, 3, Line 2...
• Glance their many-twinkling feet.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Progress of Poesy, I, 3, Line 11...
• From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Progress of Poesy, I, 1, Line 3...
• He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time: The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw
  but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night....
• O gracious God! how far have we Profan'd thy heavenly gift of poesy!
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew, Line 56...
• And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest. -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, III, 3, Line 3