Thomas Gray Quotes on Danger
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Iron sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darkened air.
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Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
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Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hushed in grim repose, expects his evening prey.