Thomas Gray

1716 - 1771

A Quote by Thomas Gray on nature

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E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.

Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)

Source: Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 23.

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A Quote by Thomas Gray on rudeness and sleep

Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.

Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)

Source: Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 4.

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A Quote by Thomas Gray on learning, life, and wishes

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.

Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)

Source: Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 19.

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A Quote by Thomas Gray on simplicity

Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor.

Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)

Source: Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 8.

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A Quote by Thomas Gray

Rich windows that exclude the light, And passages that lead to nothing.

Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)

Source: A Long Story.

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A Quote by Thomas Gray on death, honor, and silence

Can storied urn, or animated bust, Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death?

Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)

Source: Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 11.

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A Quote by Thomas Gray on home

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And hie him home, at evening's close, To sweet repast and calm repose.

Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)

Source: Ode on the Pleasure Arising from Vicissitude. Line 87.

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A Quote by Thomas Gray on bliss

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The hues of bliss more brightly glow, Chastised by sabler tints of woe.

Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)

Source: Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude. Line 45.

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A Quote by Thomas Gray on custom

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One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his fav'rite tree: Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he.

Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)

Source: Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 28.

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A Quote by Thomas Gray on confusion, conquest, and idleness

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 (1716 - 1771)

Source: The Bard. I. 1, Line 1.

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