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• While bright-eyed Science watches round.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Ode for Music, Chorus, Line 3...
• The still small voice of gratitude. -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Ode for Music, V, Line 8
• 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...
• 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...
• 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...
• From toil he wins his spirits light, From busy day the peaceful nigh
  Rich, from the very want of wealth, In heaven's best treasures, peace and health....
• 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...
• To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, I, 2, Line 14...