“E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries,
E'en in our Ashes live their wonted Fires.”

— Thomas Gray

St. 23
Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard http://www.thomasgray.org/cgi-bin/display.cgi?text=elcc (written 1750, publ. 1751)

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English poet, historian 1716–1771

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