Any fool may write a most valuable book by chance, if he will only tell us what he heard and saw with veracity. Thomas Gray More Quotes by Thomas Gray More Quotes From Thomas Gray Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land. Thomas Gray philanthropy charity land Rich with the spoils of time. Thomas Gray spoil rich time 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. Thomas Gray air sea wind The time will come, when thou shalt lift thine eyes To watch a long-drawn battle in the skies. While aged peasants, too amazed for words, Stare at the flying fleets of wondrous birds. Thomas Gray eye sky long Man's feeble race what ills await! Thomas Gray fate pain life The insect-youth are on the wing, Thomas Gray taste spring wings Sorrow's faded form, and solitude behind. Thomas Gray form solitude sorrow We frolic while 'tis May. Thomas Gray may The hues of bliss more brightly glow, Thomas Gray bliss woe hue To contemplation's sober eye, Thomas Gray gay eye men Where once my careless childhood strayed, / A stranger yet to pain. Thomas Gray innocence childhood pain Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly rising o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm. Thomas Gray rising blow laughing Now as the Paradisiacal pleasures of the Mahometans consist in playing upon the flute and lying with Houris, be mine to read eternal new romances of Marivaux and Crebillon. Thomas Gray flutes romance lying Daughter of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The bad affright, afflict the best! Thomas Gray iron daughter power Her track, where'er the goddess roves, Glory pursue, and gen'rous shame, Th' unconquerable mind, and freedom's holy flame. Thomas Gray track flames mind The applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes. Thomas Gray pain land eye And hie him home, at evening's close, To sweet repast and calm repose. Thomas Gray evening home sweet Bright-eyed Fancy, hov'ring o'er, Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe and words that burn. Thomas Gray fancy breathe rings E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. Thomas Gray voice nature fire The still small voice of gratitude. Thomas Gray gratitude voice stills
