No further seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God.
Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)
Source: The Epitaph.
Contributed by: Zaady
Now as the Paradisiacal pleasures of the Mahometans consist in playing upon the flute and lying with Houris, be mine to read eternal new romances of Marivaux and Crebillon.
Source: To Mr. West. Letter iv. Third Series.
O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.
Source: The Progress of Poesy. I. 3, Line 16.
Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Source: Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 10.
While bright-eyed Science watches round.
Source: Ode for Music. Chorus. Line 3.
Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air.
Source: The Bard. I. 2, Line 5.
Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.
Source: Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 17.
From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take.
Source: The Progress of Poesy. I. 1, Line 3.
From toil he wins his spirits light, From busy day the peaceful night; Rich, from the very want of wealth, In heaven's best treasures, peace and health.
Source: Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude. Line 93.
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
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