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Quotes - Gray


What female heart can gold despise?
What cat's averse to fish?

Thomas Gray

A fav'rite has no friend!

Thomas Gray

Ye distant spires, ye antique towers.

Thomas Gray

Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade!
Ah, fields beloved in vain!
Where once my careless childhood stray'd,
A stranger yet to pain!
I feel the gales that from ye blow
A momentary bliss bestow.

Thomas Gray

They hear a voice in every wind,
And snatch a fearful joy.

Thomas Gray

Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed,
Less pleasing when possest;
The tear forgot as soon as shed,
The sunshine of the breast.

Thomas Gray

Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
Nor care beyond to-day.

Thomas Gray

Ah, tell them they are men!

Thomas Gray

And moody madness laughing wild
Amid severest woe.

Thomas Gray

To each his suff'rings; all are men,
Condemn'd alike to groan,--
The tender for another's pain,
Th' unfeeling for his own.
Yet ah! why should they know their fate,
Since sorrow never comes too late,
And happiness too swiftly flies?
Thought would destroy their paradise.
No more; where ignorance is bliss,
'T is folly to be wise.

Thomas Gray

Daughter of Jove, relentless power,
Thou tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour
The bad affright, afflict the best!

Thomas Gray

From Helicon's harmonious springs
A thousand rills their mazy progress take.

Thomas Gray

Glance their many-twinkling feet.

Thomas Gray

O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move
The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.

Thomas Gray

Her track, where'er the goddess roves,
Glory pursue, and gen'rous shame,
Th' unconquerable mind, and freedom's holy flame.

Thomas Gray

Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.

Thomas Gray

He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time:
The living throne, the sapphire blaze,
Where angels tremble while they gaze,
He saw; but blasted with excess of light,
Closed his eyes in endless night.

Thomas Gray

Bright-eyed Fancy, hov'ring o'er,
Scatters from her pictured urn
Thoughts that breathe and words that burn.

Thomas Gray

Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate,
Beneath the good how far,--but far above the great.

Thomas Gray

Ruin seize thee, ruthless king!
Confusion on thy banners wait!
Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing,
They mock the air with idle state.

Thomas Gray

Loose his beard, and hoary hair
Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air.

Thomas Gray

To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay.

Thomas Gray

Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes;
Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.

Thomas Gray

Weave the warp, and weave the woof,
The winding-sheet of Edward's race.
Give ample room and verge enough
The characters of hell to trace.

Thomas Gray

Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows;
While proudly riding o'er the azure realm
In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes,
Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm;
Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway,
That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.

Thomas Gray

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