E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
Thomas GrayAlas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come nor care beyond today.
Thomas GrayEngland, so long mistress of the sea, Where winds and waves confess her sovereignty, Her ancient triumphs yet on high shall bear And reign the sovereign of the conquered air.
Thomas Gray