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
support age doe
The language of the age is never the language of poetry, except among the French, whose verse, where the thought or image does not support it, differs in nothing from prose.
above beneath beyond far good limits vulgar
Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, / Beneath the good how far - but far above the great.
averse female gold heart
What female heart can gold despise? / What cat's averse to fish?
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.
ashes closing drops eye fond nature parting pious soul tomb voice
On some fond breast the parting soul relies,/ Some pious drops the closing eye requires; / E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, / E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
brushing hasty meet steps sun
Brushing with hasty steps the dews away / To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
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.
foxes littered stunk
Owls would have hooted in St Peter's choir,/ And foxes stunk and littered in St Paul's.
blush born caves dark desert flower full gem ocean purest ray sweetness waste
Full many a gem of purest ray sereneThe dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear:Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
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
ecstasy empire living might rod
Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, / Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
aisle anthem note vault
Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault / The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.