They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)
Source: On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 4.
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
Source: The Bard. II. 1, Line 1.
And weep the more, because I weep in vain.
Source: Sonnet. On the Death of Mr. West.
Comus and his midnight crew.
Source: Ode for Music. The Bard. III. 3, Line 2.
And moody madness laughing wild Amid severest woe.
Source: On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 8.
The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Source: Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude. Line 53.
But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll; Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
Source: Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 13.
Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor.
Source: Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 8.
Rich windows that exclude the light, And passages that lead to nothing.
Source: A Long Story.
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?
Source: Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 11.
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