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Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,
And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds.

— Thomas Gray Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard (1750)

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Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.

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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.

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

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