Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Thomas Gray More Quotes by Thomas Gray More Quotes From Thomas Gray As to posterity, I may ask what has it ever done to oblige me? Thomas Gray asksdonemay How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great! Thomas Gray proudlowslittles Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way. Thomas Gray learningwishlife He pass'd 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. Thomas Gray angeleyelife When love could teach a monarch to be wise, And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes. Thomas Gray eyewiselove 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. Thomas Gray hueviewscomfort The meanest flowret of the vale, / The simplest note that swells the gale, / The common sun, the air, and skies, / To him are opening paradise. Thomas Gray paradiseairsky One principal characteristic of vice in the present age is the contempt of fame. Thomas Gray vicesagefame T'was Spring, t'was Summer, all was gay Now Autumn bears a cloud brow The flowers of Spring are swept way And Summer fruits desert the bough Thomas Gray flowersummerspring Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed. Thomas Gray londonmidnighttowers There are certain scenes that would awe an atheist into belief, without the help of other argument. Thomas Gray atheisthelpingreligion For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind? Thomas Gray cheerfulanxietydumb The language of the age is never the language of poetry, except among the French, whose verse, where the thought or image does not support it, differs in nothing from prose. Thomas Gray supportagedoe Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far,-but far above the great. Thomas Gray vulgarfatelimits And moody madness laughing wild Amid severest woe. Thomas Gray woelaughterlaughing Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. Thomas Gray povertynoblesoul Ah, tell them they are men! Thomas Gray men And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest. Thomas Gray fairytruthfiction Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. Thomas Gray cellssleepdeath Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. Thomas Gray simplicitypoorsimple
