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• 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...
• 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....
• 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...
• From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Progress of Poesy, I, 1, 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...
• 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...
• Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, III, 1, Line 11...