Thomas Gray
Thomas Gray
Thomas Graywas an English poet, letter-writer, classical scholar and professor at Pembroke College, Cambridge University. He is widely known for his Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, published in 1751...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth26 December 1716
drive nervous played seniors starting
We've got 10 seniors starting on the offense, and I'm the only junior, so I was a little nervous before the game. But I got comfortable after the first drive and we played well.
eyes lawful nor tempts
Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes / And heedless hearts, is lawful prize; / Nor all that glisters, gold.
attic pours responsive
The Attic warbler pours her throat, / Responsive to the cuckoo's note.
bombs defeated disliked dropped guy time truman war whether
The war was over, ... They were defeated by the time he dropped those bombs -- I think he wanted to know whether they would work. And I think Truman was the kind of guy when he disliked you, he disliked you with a passion.
breath collected melting small sweet sweeter treasures voice
Sweet is the breath of vernal shower,The bee's collected treasures sweet, Sweet music's melting full, but sweeter yet. The still small voice of gratitude.
english-poet
He gave to misery (all he had) a tear.
method
Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, he had not the method of making a fortune.
aisle anthem note vault
Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault / The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
foxes littered stunk
Owls would have hooted in St Peter's choir,/ And foxes stunk and littered in St Paul's.
call lowly shall swallow
The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn,/ The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, / The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, / No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
ecstasy empire living might rod
Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, / Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
ball mark trust
Mark and I get pretty competitive sometimes. But I like to just get the ball to my receivers and let them make the plays. I trust them.
animated bust call cold dull ear flattery fleeting mansion provoke silent soothe voice
Can storied urn or animated bust / Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? / Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, / Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
human passions triumphs
Their tears, their little triumphs o'er, / Their human passions now no more.