Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble b — Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble b — Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble b — Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble b — Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble b — Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble b — Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble b — Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble b — Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble b — Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble b — Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble b — Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble b — Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble b — Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble b — Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble b — Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble b — Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble b — Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble b — Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble b — Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble b — Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble b — Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble b — Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble b — Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble b — Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble b — Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble b — Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble b — Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble b — Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble b — Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble b — Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
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Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth,And Melancholy marked him for her own.

— Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
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