Thomas Gray

And weep the more, because I weep in vain.

— Thomas Gray

Thought would destroy their paradise.

— Thomas Gray

Rich with the spoils of time.

— Thomas Gray

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

— Thomas Gray

And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.

— Thomas Gray

Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.

— Thomas Gray

Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.

— Thomas Gray

Hell is full of good intentions.

— Thomas Gray

Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear.

— Thomas Gray

Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed.

— Thomas Gray

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

— Thomas Gray

From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take.

— Thomas Gray

Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.

— Thomas Gray

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.

— Thomas Gray

Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.

— Thomas Gray

Commerce changes the fate and genius of nations.

— Thomas Gray

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

— Thomas Gray

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary…

— Thomas Gray

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

— Thomas Gray

T'was Spring, t'was Summer, all was gay Now Autumn bears a cloud brow The flowers of Spring are swept way And Summer…

— Thomas Gray

“Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise. - Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College ”

— Thomas Gray

The meanest flowret of the vale, / The simplest note that swells the gale, / The common sun, the air, and skies,…

— Thomas Gray

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

— Thomas Gray

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

— Thomas Gray

He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time: The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He…

— Thomas Gray

Behind the steps that Misery treads Approaching Comfort view: The hues of bliss more brightly glow Chastised by sabler tints of woe,…

— Thomas Gray

Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to mis'ry (all he had)…

— Thomas Gray

To contemplation's sober eye, Such is the race of man; And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they…

— Thomas Gray

Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some…

— Thomas Gray

The time will come, when thou shalt lift thine eyes To watch a long-drawn battle in the skies. While aged peasants, too…

— Thomas Gray

Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader browner shade; Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's…

— Thomas Gray

Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade! Ah, fields beloved in vain! Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain!…

— Thomas Gray

“Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to…

— Thomas Gray

In the evening, I walked alone down to the Lake by the side of Crow Park after sunset and saw the solemn…

— Thomas Gray

Low on his funeral couch he lies!

— Thomas Gray

Visions of glory, spare my aching sight.

— Thomas Gray

Sorrow's faded form, and solitude behind.

— Thomas Gray

The still small voice of gratitude.

— Thomas Gray

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

— Thomas Gray

Ah, tell them they are men!

— Thomas Gray