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Children
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Alas, regardless of their doom,
the little victims play!
No sense have they of ills to come,
Nor care beyond to-day.
-Thomas Gray
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Death
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Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, the rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
-Thomas Gray
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Economics
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Commerce changes the fate and genius of nations.
-Thomas Gray
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Glory
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The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
-Thomas Gray
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Hypocrisy
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A favorite has no friend!
-Thomas Gray
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Insanity
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Far from the madding crowd
-Thomas Gray, Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, st. 19, 1751
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Literary
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Yet ah! why should they know their fate?
Since sorrow never comes too late,
And happiness too swiftly flies.
Thought would destroy their paradise.
No more; where ignorance is bliss,
'Tis folly to be wise.
-Thomas Gray, Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College
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Poverty
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Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, he had not the method of making a fortune.
-Thomas Gray
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Smile
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Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.
-Thomas Gray
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Books by and about Thomas Gray