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.
Contributed by: Zaady
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers.
Source: On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 1.
What female heart can gold despise? What cat 's averse to fish?
Source: On the death of a Favourite Cat.
Alas! regardless of their doom, The little victims play; No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day.
Source: On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 6.
Daughter of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The bad affright, afflict the best!
Source: Hymn to Adversity.
Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Source: Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 25.
Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes; Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.
Source: The Bard. I. 3, Line 12.
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