Thomas Gray

(1716-1771 / London / England)

Quotations

  • ''Far from the sun and summer-gale
    In thy green lap was Nature's Darling laid,
    What time, where lucid Avon stray'd,
    To him the mighty mother did unveil
    Her awful face:''
    Thomas Gray (1716-1771), British poet. The Progress of Poesy (l. 82-86). . . Gray's English Poems; Original and Translated from the Norse and the Welsh [Thomas Gray]. D. C. Tovey, ed. (1922) Reprint Services.
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  • ''Her track, where'er the Goddess roves,
    Glory pursue, and generous Shame,
    Th' unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame.''
    Thomas Gray (1716-1771), British poet. The Progress of Poesy (l. 62-64). . . Gray's English Poems; Original and Translated from the Norse and the Welsh [Thomas Gray]. D. C. Tovey, ed. (1922) Reprint Services.
  • ''Now the rich stream of Music winds along
    Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong,''
    Thomas Gray (1716-1771), British poet. The Progress of Poesy (l. 7-8). . . Gray's English Poems; Original and Translated from the Norse and the Welsh [Thomas Gray]. D. C. Tovey, ed. (1922) Reprint Services.
  • ''Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way
    Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate:
    Beneath the Good how far—but far above the Great.''
    Thomas Gray (1716-1771), British poet. The Progress of Poesy (l. 120-122). . . Gray's English Poems; Original and Translated from the Norse and the Welsh [Thomas Gray]. D. C. Tovey, ed. (1922) Reprint Services.
  • ''O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move
    The bloom of young desire and purple light of love.''
    Thomas Gray (1716-1771), British poet. repr. In Poetical Works, ed. J. Rogers (1953). The Progress of Poesy, pt. 1, sct. 3, l. 16-7 (written 1754, published 1757).
  • ''He saw: but blasted with excess of light,
    Closed his eyes in endless night.''
    Thomas Gray (1716-1771), British poet. The Progress of Poesy (l. 100-101). . . Gray's English Poems; Original and Translated from the Norse and the Welsh [Thomas Gray]. D. C. Tovey, ed. (1922) Reprint Services.
  • ''Nor second He, that rode sublime
    Upon the seraph-wings of Ecstasy
    The secrets of the Abyss to spy:''
    Thomas Gray (1716-1771), British poet. The Progress of Poesy (l. 94-96). . . Gray's English Poems; Original and Translated from the Norse and the Welsh [Thomas Gray]. D. C. Tovey, ed. (1922) Reprint Services.
  • ''From Helicon's harmonious springs
    A thousand rills their mazy progress take:''
    Thomas Gray (1716-1771), British poet. The Progress of Poesy (l. 3-4). . . Gray's English Poems; Original and Translated from the Norse and the Welsh [Thomas Gray]. D. C. Tovey, ed. (1922) Reprint Services.
  • ''Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,
    The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.''
    Thomas Gray (1716-1771), British poet. "Elegy in a Country Churchyard," st. 4.
  • ''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.''
    Thomas Gray (1716-1771), British poet. repr. In Poetical Works, ed. J. Rogers (1953). Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, st. 8 (1751).

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The Fatal Sisters

Now the storm begins to lower,
(Haste, the loom of Hell prepares!)
Iron-sleet of arrowy shower
Hurtles in the darkened air.

Glittering lances are the loom,
Where the dusky warp we strain,
Weaving many a soldier's doom,
Orkney's woe and Randver's bane.

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