Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade!
Ah, fields beloved in vain!
Where once my careless childhood stray'd,
A stranger yet to pain!
I feel the gales that from ye blow
A momentary bliss bestow.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771)
-- On a Distant Prospect of Eton College, Stanza 2
Ah, fields beloved in vain!
Where once my careless childhood stray'd,
A stranger yet to pain!
I feel the gales that from ye blow
A momentary bliss bestow.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771)
-- On a Distant Prospect of Eton College, Stanza 2
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- Ah, tell them they are men!
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771)
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On a Distant Prospect of Eton College, Stanza... - To each his suff'rings; all are men,
Condemn'd alike to groan,
The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for... - Ye distant spires, ye antique towers.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771)
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On a Distant Prospect of Eton College, Stanza... - Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed,
Less pleasing when possest;
The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of... - They hear a voice in every wind,
And snatch a fearful joy.
Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- On a Distant Prospect of... - And moody madness laughing wild
Amid severest woe.
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Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- On a Distant Prospect of... - Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond... - Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?
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Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage... - Ah-ooooh,
where was the thunder...
