Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come, nor care beyond to-day.

Quote by Thomas Gray

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There sit the sainted sage, the bard divine, The few, whom genius gave to shine...

There sit the sainted sage, the bard divine, The few, whom genius gave to shine...

Visions of glory, spare my aching sight.

Visions of glory, spare my aching sight.

Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.

Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.

Commerce changes the fate and genius of nations.

Commerce changes the fate and genius of nations.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, he had not the method...

Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, he had not the method...

I shall be but a shrimp of an author.

I shall be but a shrimp of an author.

He gave to misery (all he had) a tear.

He gave to misery (all he had) a tear.

The still small voice of gratitude.

The still small voice of gratitude.

'Tis folly to be wise.

'Tis folly to be wise.

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.

If the best man's faults were written on his forehead, he would draw his hat...

If the best man's faults were written on his forehead, he would draw his hat...

And weep the more, because I weep in vain.

And weep the more, because I weep in vain.