“ Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise. Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College ”
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“ Yet ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise. No more; where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise. ”
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“ Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions date descry. ”
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“ Alas! regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come nor care beyond today. ”
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“ 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 country's blood. ”
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“ Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly rising o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm. ”
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“ Not all that tempts your wandering eyesAnd heedless hearts, is lawful prize;Nor all that glisters gold. ”
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“ Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream's, like a meteor, to the troubled air. ”
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“ 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. ”
- Thomas Gray- Copy
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“ Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,And waste its sweetness on the desert air. ”
- Thomas Gray- Copy
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“ See the wretch that long has tostOn the thorny bed of pain,At length repair his vigour lost,And breathe and walk again:The meanest floweret of the vale,The simplest note that swells the gale,The common sun, the air, the skies,To him are opening paradise. ”
- Thomas Gray- Copy
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“ Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly rising o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm. ”
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“ Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The bad affright, afflict the best! ”
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“ Rich windows that exclude the light, And passages that lead to nothing. ”
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“ Hark, his hands the lyre explore!Bright-eyed Fancy, hov'ring o'er,Scatters from her pictur'd urnThoughts that breathe, and words that burn. ”
- Thomas Gray- Copy
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“ 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 country's blood. ”
- Thomas Gray- Copy
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“ Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly rising o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm. ”
- Thomas Gray- Copy
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“ Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,And waste its sweetness on the desert air. ”
- Thomas Gray- Copy
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“ See the wretch that long has tostOn the thorny bed of pain,At length repair his vigour lost,And breathe and walk again:The meanest floweret of the vale,The simplest note that swells the gale,The common sun, the air, the skies,To him are opening paradise. ”
- Thomas Gray- Copy
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“ Tho' he inherit Not the pride, nor ample pinion, That the Theban eagle bear, Sailing with supreme dominion Thro' the azure deep of air. ”
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“ Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear. ”
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“ Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, he had not the method of making a fortune. ”
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