| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | Thomas Gray. (17161771) (continued) |
| | | 4191 | Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomd caves of ocean bear; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. 1 |
| Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 14. |
| 4192 | Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his countrys blood. |
| Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 15. |
| 4193 | The applause of listning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty oer a smiling land, And read their history in a nations eyes. |
| Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 16. |
| 4194 | Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind. |
| Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 17. |
| 4195 | Far from the madding crowds ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learnd to stray; Along the cool sequesterd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way. 2 |
| Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 19. |
| 4196 | | Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. |
| Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 20. |
| 4197 | And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. |
| Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 21. |
| 4198 | For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being eer resignd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingring look behind? |
| Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 22. |
| 4199 | Een from the tomb the voice of nature cries, Een in our ashes live their wonted fires. 3 |
| Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 23. |
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