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.
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.