Thomas Gray Quotes
1716 – 1771
English poet, author of "Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard".
20 quotesAbout Thomas Gray on Wikipedia
“Alas, regardless of their doom, / The little victims play!”
“No more; where ignorance is bliss, / 'Tis folly to be wise.”
“Each in his narrow cell forever laid, / The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.”
“Can storied urn, or animated bust / Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?”
“Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, / And froze the genial current of the soul.”
“Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, / And waste its sweetness on the desert air.”
“E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, / E'en in our Ashes live their wonted Fires.”
“Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth / A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.”
“He gave to Mis'ry all he had, a tear, / He gained from Heav'n ('twas all he wished) a friend.”
“Far from the sun and summer-gale, / In thy green lap was Nature's Darling laid.”
“He saw; but blasted with excess of light, / Closed his eyes in endless night.”
“And hie him home, at evening's close, / To sweet repast and calm repose.”
“What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know, / And from her own she learned to melt at others' woe.”
“Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, / He had not the method of making a fortune.”
“Visions of glory, spare my aching sight, / Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!”
