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In our little journey up to the Grande Chartreuse, I do not remember to have gone ten paces without an exclamation, that there was no restraining: Not a precipice, not a torrent, not a cliff, but is pregnant with religion and poetry.

— Thomas Gray

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Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.

The Progress of Poesy: A Pindaric Ode (1754)

And weep the more, because I weep in vain.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

Dear, as the light that visits these sad eyes;
Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.

The Bard (1757)

Rich windows that exclude the light,
And passages that lead to nothing.

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