Thomas Gray

1716 - 1771

A Quote by Thomas Gray on joy

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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.

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A Quote by Thomas Gray on hell

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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 (1716 - 1771)

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

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A Quote by Thomas Gray

And weep the more, because I weep in vain.

Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)

Source: Sonnet. On the Death of Mr. West.

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A Quote by Thomas Gray

Comus and his midnight crew.

Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)

Source: Ode for Music. The Bard. III. 3, Line 2.

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A Quote by Thomas Gray on laughter and madness

And moody madness laughing wild Amid severest woe.

Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)

Source: On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 8.

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A Quote by Thomas Gray on paradise

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.

Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)

Source: Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude. Line 53.

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A Quote by Thomas Gray on knowledge, nobility, soul, and time

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.

Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)

Source: Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 13.

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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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