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
believe men belief
Men will believe anything at all provided they are under no obligation to believe it.
men
Ah, tell them they are men!
hate eye men
If the best man's faults were written on his forehead, he would draw his hat over his eyes.
eye men race
To Contemplation's sober eye. / Such is the race of Man.
eye gay men
To contemplation's sober eye, Such is the race of man; And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began, Alike the busy and the gay, But flutter through life's little day.
pain men suffering
To each his suff'rings: all are men, / Condemn'd alike to groan, / The tender for another's pain; / Th' unfeeling for his own.
contract guarantee jobs original protection
The wording of the contract is no different than the original offer. There's no protection on our jobs whatsoever. There's no guarantee that I'll be going back to work.
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
age-and-aging gave genius shine sit whom
There sit the sainted sage, the bard divine, / The few, whom genius gave to shine / Through every unborn age, and undiscovered clime.
above beneath beyond far good limits vulgar
Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, / Beneath the good how far - but far above the great.
applause history listening pain plenty ruin scatter smiling threats
Th' applause of listening 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.
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.