John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Thomas Gray. (1716–1771) (continued) |
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Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom’d caves of ocean bear; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. 1 |
Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 14. |
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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. |
Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 15. |
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The applause of list’ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o’er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation’s eyes. |
Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 16. |
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Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind. |
Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 17. |
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Far from the madding crowd’s ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn’d to stray; Along the cool sequester’d vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way. 2 |
Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 19. |
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Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. |
Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 20. |
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And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. |
Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 21. |
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For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e’er resign’d, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing ling’ring look behind? |
Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 22. |
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E’en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E’en in our ashes live their wonted fires. 3 |
Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 23. |
Note 1. See Young, Quotation 66. Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.—Charles Churchill: Gotham, book ii. line 20. [back] |
Note 2. Usually quoted “even tenor of their way.” [back] |
Note 3. See Chaucer, Quotation 25. [back] |