An elegy is written in the country church yard is one of the best known of English lyric poem

Thomas Gray
Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathom’d caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
The applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their hist'ry in a nation's eyes.
Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.
Alas, regardless of their doom, The little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond today.
And weep the more, because I weep in vain.
What female heart can gold despise? What cat's averse to fish?
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crown not on my soul.
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