Thomas Gray

Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind.

Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind.

Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send;
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Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send;
He gave to misery (all he had) a tear,
He gain'd from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.

When your courtyard twists, do not pour the water abroad.

When your courtyard twists, do not pour the water abroad.

Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
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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.

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.