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• Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 20...
• The breezy call of incense-breathing morn.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 5...
• One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his fav'rite tree
  Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he....
• Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 4...
• E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 23...
• And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 21...
• Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 25...
• Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 17...
• Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 12...