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• Ah, tell them they are men!
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- On a Distant Prospect of Eton College, Stanza 6...
• To each his suff'rings; all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan,-- The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own.
  Yet ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies?...
• Ye distant spires, ye antique towers.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- On a Distant Prospect of Eton College, Stanza 1...
• Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed, Less pleasing when posse
  The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast....
• They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- On a Distant Prospect of Eton College, Stanza 4...
• And moody madness laughing wild Amid severest woe.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- On a Distant Prospect of Eton College, Stanza 8...
• Alas! regardless of their doom, The little victims play
  No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day....
• Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii, Stanza 23...
• Ah-ooooh, where was the thunder?