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• Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, II, 3, Line 11...
• 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...
• And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest. -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, III, 3, Line 3
• Ruin seize thee, ruthless king! Confusion on thy banners wait!
  Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state....
• 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....
• Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Progress of Poesy, III, 1, Line 12...
• To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, I, 2, Line 14...
• Ye distant spires, ye antique towers.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- On a Distant Prospect of Eton College, Stanza 1...
• Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, I, 2, Line 5...