Thomas Gray

Rich windows that exclude the light,
And passages that lead to nothing.

Rich windows that exclude the light,
And passages that lead to nothing.

And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.

And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.

The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
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The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
Await alike th' inevitable hour,
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

Not all that tempts your wandering eyes
And heedless hearts is lawful prize,
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Not all that tempts your wandering eyes
And heedless hearts is lawful prize,
Not all that glisters gold.