An Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard Quotes
An Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
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“Full many a gem of purest ray serene,
The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear:
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.”
― An Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear:
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.”
― An Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
“The paths of glory lead but to the grave.”
― An Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
― An Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
“Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.”
― An Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.”
― An Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
“Here rests his head upon the lap of earth
A youth to fortune and to fame unknown.
Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy marked him for her own.”
― An Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
A youth to fortune and to fame unknown.
Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy marked him for her own.”
― An Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
“Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife,
Their sober wishes never learned to stray;
Along the cool sequestered vale of life
They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.”
― An Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
Their sober wishes never learned to stray;
Along the cool sequestered vale of life
They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.”
― An Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
“Let not Ambition mock their useful toil”
― An Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
― An Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
“On some fond breast the parting soul relies,
some pious drops the closing eye requires;
even from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
even in our ashes live their wonted fires.”
― Elegy Written in a Country Church Yard
some pious drops the closing eye requires;
even from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
even in our ashes live their wonted fires.”
― Elegy Written in a Country Church Yard
