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• 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...
• Comus and his midnight crew. -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Ode for Music, Line 2
• The still small voice of gratitude. -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Ode for Music, V, Line 8
• And hie him home, at evening's close, To sweet repast and calm repose.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude, Line 87...
• The hues of bliss more brightly glow, Chastised by sabler tints of woe.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude, Line 45...
• And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest. -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, III, 3, Line 3
• Glance their many-twinkling feet.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Progress of Poesy, I, 3, Line 11...
• Iron sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darken'd air.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Fatal Sisters, Line 3...
• 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 (1716-1771) -- Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude, Line 53...