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
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.
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.
animated bust call cold dull ear flattery fleeting mansion provoke silent soothe voice
Can storied urn or animated bust / Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? / Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, / Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
gratitude voice stills
The still small voice of gratitude.
voice wind joy
They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
nature voice fire
E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
voice dust honor
Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust, or flattery soothe the dull, cold ear of death?
dust voice fleeting
Can storied urn, or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
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.