Thomas Gray quotes

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Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,
The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Let not ambition mock their useful toil,
Their homely joys, and destiny obscure;
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,
Full many a gem of purest ray serene,
The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear:
Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth
A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown,
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife,
Their sober wishes never learned to stray;
Where ignorance is bliss,
'Tis folly to be wise.
Ah happy hills! ah pleasing shade!
Ah fields beloved in vain!
Where once my careless childhood stray'd,
No more;Mwhere ignorance is bliss
'Tis folly to be wise.
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