Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)
Source: Bard. III. 1, Line 11.
Contributed by: Zaady
They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Source: On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 4.
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.
Ah, tell them they are men!
Source: On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 6.
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.
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