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  • If I Should Die
    If I should die and leave you
    Be not like the others, quick undone
    Who keep long vigils by the silent
    dust and weep. ...
  • The Fatal Sisters
    Now the storm begins to lower,
    (Haste, the loom of Hell prepares!)
    Iron-sleet of arrowy shower
    Hurtles in the darkened air. ...
  • Ode On The Death Of A Favourite Cat Drowned In A Tub Of Goldfishes
    'Twas on a lofty vase's side,
    Where China's gayest art had dy'd
    The azure flow'rs that blow;
    Demurest of the tabby kind, ...
  • On The Death Of Richard West
    1 In vain to me the smiling Mornings shine,
    2 And reddening PhÅ?bus lifts his golden fire;
    3 The birds in vain their amorous descant join;
    4 Or cheerful fields resume their green attire; ...
  • Epitaph On A Child
    Here, freed from pain, secure from misery, lies
    A child, the darling of his parents' eyes:
    A gentler lamb n'er sported on the plain,
    A fairer flower will never bloom again: ...
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Death 12 Heart 11 Hear 9 Fate 9 Long 9 Pain 8 Joy 8 Golden 7 Pleasure 7 Warm 7

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Hitfactorypod: have no interest in developing this further right now, but imo james gray is basically a perfect foil to paul thomas anderson.
Areebasahi: ignorance is bliss~thomas gray
Thomastairbot: “don’t say you are sorry.” thomas’s lips were gray.”
Gatheringflavor: "visions of glory, spare my aching sight, ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!"—thomas gray, the bard visions art by néné thomas
Jakewojtowicz: giving thomas gray's "elegy written in a country churchyard" a run for its money.
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Edith Nesbit Poem
A Tragedy
 by Edith Nesbit

Among his books he sits all day
To think and read and write;
He does not smell the new-mown hay,
The roses red and white.

I walk among them all alone,
His silly, stupid wife;
The world seems tasteless, dead and done -

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