68 Thomas Gray Quotes

Thomas Gray quotes

1. Daughter of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The bad affright, afflict the best!

2. What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know, And from her own she learned to melt at others' woe.

3. 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.

4. O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.

5. Far from the sun and summer-gale, In thy green lap was Nature's Darling laid.

6. He passed the flaming bounds of place and time: The living throne, the sapphire-blaze, Where angels tremble, while they gaze, He saw; but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night.

7. Now my weary lips I close; Leave me, leave me to repose!

8. Iron sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darkened air.

9. Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, He had not the method of making a fortune.

10. I shall be but a shrimp of an author.

11. Sweet is the breath of vernal shower, The bee's collected treasures sweet, Sweet music's melting fall, but sweeter yet The still small voice of gratitude.

12. Ye distant spires, ye antique towers, That crown the wat'ry glade.

13. Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.

14. Alas, regardless of their doom, The little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond today.

15. Grim-visaged comfortless Despair.

16. To each his suff'rings: all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan, The tender for another's pain; Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah! why should they know their fate? Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies. Thought would destroy their paradise. No more; where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.

17. 'Twas on a lofty vase's side, Where China's gayest art had dyed The azure flowers, that blow; Demurest of the tabby kind, The pensive Selima reclined, Gazed on the lake below.

18. What female heart can gold despise? What cat's averse to fish?

19. No dolphin came, no Nereid stirred; Nor cruel Tom, nor Susan heard. A favourite has no friend!

20. Not all that tempts your wandering eyes And heedless hearts, is lawful prize; Nor all that glisters gold.

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

22. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds.

23. Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow'r The moping owl does to the moon complain.

24. Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.

25. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.

26. Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile, The short and simple annals of the poor.

27. 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.

28. Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.

29. 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?

30. Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.

31. But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.

32. Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

33. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little Tyrant of his fields withstood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.

34. To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their hist'ry in a nation's eyes.

35. Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.

36. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.

37. Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.

38. For who to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind?

39. E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our Ashes live their wonted Fires.

40. Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown. Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth. And Melancholy marked him for her own.

41. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heav'n did a recompense as largely send: He gave to Mis'ry all he had, a tear, He gained from Heav'n ('twas all he wished) a friend.

42. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.

43. Ruin seize thee, ruthless King! Confusion on thy banners wait, Though fanned by Conquest's crimson wing They mock the air with idle state.

44. 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.

45. 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, hushed in grim repose, expects his evening prey.

46. Visions of glory, spare my aching sight, Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!

47. And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.

48. There the thundering strokes begin, There the press, and there the din.

1. Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come nor care beyond today.

2. Sorrow's faded form, and solitude behind.

3. He gave to misery (all he had) a tear.

4. And weep the more, because I weep in vain.

5. Men will believe anything at all provided they are under no obligation to believe it.

6. How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great!

7. Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed, Less pleasing when possest; The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast.

8. Her track, where'er the goddess roves, Glory pursue, and gen'rous shame, Th' unconquerable mind, and freedom's holy flame.

9. Where once my careless childhood strayed, / A stranger yet to pain.

10. Behind the steps that Misery treads Approaching Comfort view: The hues of bliss more brightly glow Chastised by sabler tints of woe, And blended form, with artful strife, The strength and harmony of life.

11. And moody madness laughing wild Amid severest woe.

12. Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.

13. To contemplation's sober eye, Such is the race of man; And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began, Alike the busy and the gay, But flutter through life's little day.

14. To each his suff'rings: all are men, / Condemn'd alike to groan, / The tender for another's pain; / Th' unfeeling for his own.

15. A fav'rite has no friend!

16. England, so long mistress of the sea, Where winds and waves confess her sovereignty, Her ancient triumphs yet on high shall bear And reign the sovereign of the conquered air.

17. When love could teach a monarch to be wise, And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes.

18. In buskined measures move Pale Grief and pleasing Pain, With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast.

19. Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.

20. There are certain scenes that would awe an atheist into belief without the help of any other argument.