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DAVID GARRICK.
1716-1779.
_Prologue on Quitting the Stage in 1776, 10th of June_.
Their cause I plead--plead it in heart and mind;
A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.
_On the Death of Mr. Pelham_.
Let others hail the rising sun:
I bow to that whose race is run.
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THOMAS GRAY.
1716-1771.
_On a Distant Prospect of Eton College_.
Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade!
Ah, fields beloved in vain!
Where once my careless childhood strayed,
A stranger yet to pain!
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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.
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No more: where ignorance is bliss,
'Tis folly to be wise.
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_Progress of Poesy_.
O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move
The bloom of young Desire, and purple light of Love.
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Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
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_The Bard_.
Give ample room, and verge enough.
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Youth at the prow, and Pleasure at the helm.
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