| James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902. | | | | July 30 | | Stanzas on the Death of Thomas Gray | | Anonymous |
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| BUT vain the magic lay, the warbling lyre, | |
| Imperious Death! from thy fell grasp to save; | |
| He knew, and told it with a Poets fire, | |
| The paths of Glory lead but to the grave. | |
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| And shall the Bard, whose sympathizing mind | 5 |
| Mourned oer the simple rustics turfy cell, | |
| To strew his tomb no grateful mourner find, | |
| No village swain to ring one parting knell? | |
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| Yes, honored shade! the fringed brook Ill trace, | |
| Green rushes culling thy dark grave to strew; | 10 |
| With mountain flowers Ill deck the hallowed place, | |
| And fence it round with osiers mixed with yew. | | | |
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