Thomas Gray Quotes on Suffering
-
Daughter of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The bad affright, afflict the best!
-
What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know, And from her own she learned to melt at others' woe.
-
Alas, regardless of their doom, The little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond today.
-
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.
-
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight, Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!