That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage: Lo! Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow-consuming Age. To each his sufferings: all are men, Condemned alike to groan; The tender for another's pain,... Poems by Mr. Gray - Page 31by Thomas Gray - 1768 - 187 pagesFull view - About this book
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