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
air confusion crimson idle mock ruin ruthless seize though thy
Ruin seize thee, ruthless King! / Confusion on thy banners wait; / Though fanned by Conquest's crimson wing, / They mock the air with idle state.
air blush born desert flower full sweetness waste
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air
sky air paradise
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.
kings air wings
Ruin seize thee, ruthless king! Confusion on thy banners wait! Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state.
air wind sea
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.
evening expects gilded grim pleasure regardless sweeping trim vessel youth
In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, / Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; / Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, / That, hushed in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
attic pours responsive
The Attic warbler pours her throat, / Responsive to the cuckoo's note.
eyes lawful nor tempts
Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes / And heedless hearts, is lawful prize; / Nor all that glisters, gold.
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.
human passions triumphs
Their tears, their little triumphs o'er, / Their human passions now no more.
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.
cell death hamlet narrow rude
Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, the rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
darling far green lap sun thy
Far from the sun and summer-gale, / In thy green lap was Nature's darling laid.
along far kept learned life sober tenor wishes
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray; Along the cool, sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way