Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed.
Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)
Source: The Bard. II. 3, Line 11.
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And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.
Source: Bard. III. 3, Line 3.
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
Source: Bard. III. 1, Line 11.
They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Source: On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 4.
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.
Source: The Bard. II. 1, Line 1.
And weep the more, because I weep in vain.
Source: Sonnet. On the Death of Mr. West.
Any fool may write a most valuable book by chance, if he will only tell us what he heard and saw with veracity.
Source: Letter to Walpole, 25 Feb. 1768
E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
Source: Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 23.
Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Source: Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 4.
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Source: Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 19.
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