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• From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Progress of Poesy, I, 1, Line 3...
• Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Progress of Poesy, III, 1, Line 12...
• Glance their many-twinkling feet.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Progress of Poesy, I, 3, Line 11...
• 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...
• While bright-eyed Science watches round.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Ode for Music, Chorus, Line 3...
• Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far,--but far above the great.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Progress of Poesy, III, Line 16...
• 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....
• And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest. -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, III, 3, Line 3