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• Glance their many-twinkling feet.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Progress of Poesy, I, 3, Line 11...
• From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Progress of Poesy, I, 1, Line 3...
• Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far,--but far above the great.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Progress of Poesy, III, Line 16...
• Bright-eyed Fancy, hov'ring o'er, Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe and words that burn.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Progress of Poesy, III, 3, Line 2...
• Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes; Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, I, 3, Line 12...
• Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Progress of Poesy, III, 1, Line 12...
• He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time: The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw
  but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night....
• And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest. -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, III, 3, Line 3