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• Iron sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darken'd air.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Fatal Sisters, Line 3...
• You shall not pile, with servile toil, Your monuments upon my brea
  Nor yet within the common soil Lay down the wreck of power to rest, Where man can boast that he has trod On him that was "the scourge of God....
• And thou, vast ocean! on whose awful face Time's iron feet can print no ruin-trace.
  -- Robert Montgomery (1807-1855) -- The Omnipresence of the Deity, Part i...
• Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed, Less pleasing when posse
  The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast....
• The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour.
  The paths of glory lead but to the grave....
• Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 15...
• Drink ye to her that each loves best! And if you nurse a flame That 's told but to her mutual breast, We will not ask her name.
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Drink ye to He...
• Love, which proclaims thee human bids thee know a truth more lofty in thy lowliest hour than shallow glory taught to human power, "What's human is immortal!
  -- Bulwe...
• We laugh at the Indian philosopher, who to account for the support of the earth, contrived the hypothesis of a huge elephant, and to support the elephant, a huge tortoise.
  If we will candidly confess the truth, we know as little of the operation of the nerves, as he did of the manner in which the earth is supported...