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Quotes from The Progress of Poesy — Thomas Gray

1716–1771 England

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O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move
The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.

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Hark, his hands the lyre explore!
Bright-eyed Fancy hovering o'er
Scatters from her pictured urn
Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.

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Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.

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Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate,
Beneath the good how far,—but far above the great.

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Her track, where'er the goddess roves,
Glory pursue, and gen'rous shame,
Th' unconquerable mind, 3 and freedom's holy flame.

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From Helicon's harmonious springs
A thousand rills their mazy progress take.

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Far from the sun and summer-gale,
In thy green lap was Nature's Darling laid.

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Glance their many-twinkling feet.

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He passed the flaming bounds of place and time:
The living throne, the sapphire-blaze,
Where angels tremble, while they gaze,
He saw; but blasted with excess of light,
Closed his eyes in endless night.

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Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Thomas Gray (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.