Thomas Gray

1716 - 1771

A Quote by Thomas Gray on beauty, boasts, glory, wealth, and path

The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)

Source: Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 9.

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A Quote by Thomas Gray

The breezy call of incense-breathing morn.

Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)

Source: Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 5.

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A Quote by Thomas Gray on darkness, day, and world

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)

Source: Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 1.

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A Quote by Thomas Gray on fate, good, limits, and vulgarity

Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far,-but far above the great.

Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)

Source: The Progress of Poesy. III. Line 16.

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A Quote by Thomas Gray on friendship

A fav'rite has no friend!

Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)

Source: On the death of a Favourite Cat.

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A Quote by Thomas Gray on expectation, pleasure, and youth

Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows; While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.

Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)

Source: The Bard. II. 2, Line 9.

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A Quote by Thomas Gray on gratitude

The still small voice of gratitude.

Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)

Source: Ode for Music. V. Line 8.

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A Quote by Thomas Gray

To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay.

Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)

Source: The Bard. I. 2, Line 14.

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A Quote by Thomas Gray on bliss, happiness, and pain

Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade! Ah, fields beloved in vain! Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow.

Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)

Source: On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 2.

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A Quote by Thomas Gray on death

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And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.

Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)

Source: Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 21.

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