Thomas Gray

1716 - 1771

A Quote by Thomas Gray on books and chance

Any fool may write a most valuable book by chance, if he will only tell us what he heard and saw with veracity.

Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)

Source: Letter to Walpole, 25 Feb. 1768

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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 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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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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