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
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.
wise pain ignorance
To each his suff'rings; all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan,- The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise. No more; where ignorance is bliss, 'T is folly to be wise.
pain eye land
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.
pain blow childhood
Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade! Ah, fields beloved in vain! Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow.
pain moving grief
In buskined measures move Pale Grief and pleasing Pain, With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast.
life pain fate
Man's feeble race what ills await! Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate!
pain childhood innocence
Where once my careless childhood strayed, / A stranger yet to pain.
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.
aisle anthem note vault
Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault / The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
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.
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.
arm delight foremost thy
Who foremost now delight to cleave / With pliant arm thy glassy wave?
foxes littered stunk
Owls would have hooted in St Peter's choir,/ And foxes stunk and littered in St Paul's.