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The Progress of Poesy: A Pindaric Ode by Thomas Gray

I.1. Awake, Æolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon’s harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take: The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the … Continue reading

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