The Poetical Works of Thomas Gray: With the Life of the Author |
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... nor at the wood , was he : " The next , with dirges due , in fad array , " Slow thro ' the churchway - path we faw him borne : " Approach , and read ( for thou canft read ) the lay " Grav'd on the stone beneath yon ' aged thorn .
... nor at the wood , was he : " The next , with dirges due , in fad array , " Slow thro ' the churchway - path we faw him borne : " Approach , and read ( for thou canft read ) the lay " Grav'd on the stone beneath yon ' aged thorn .
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