Thomas Gray famous quotes

Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.
-- Thomas Gray

#Smile #Youth #Reason

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
-- Thomas Gray

#Poetry #Poetic #Breathe

Commerce changes the fate and genius of nations.
-- Thomas Gray

#Fate #Genius #Commerce

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
-- Thomas Gray

#Path #Glory #Graves

Not all that tempts your wandering eyes And heedless hearts, is lawful prize; Nor all that glisters gold.
-- Thomas Gray

#Eye #Heart #Gold

Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
-- Thomas Gray

#Passing #Sigh #Tribute

Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust, or flattery soothe the dull, cold ear of death?
-- Thomas Gray

#Voice #Dust #Honor

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
-- Thomas Gray

#Life #Wish #Crowds

I shall be but a shrimp of an author.
-- Thomas Gray

#Shrimp

What female heart can gold despise? What cat 's averse to fish?
-- Thomas Gray

#Cat #Heart #Gold

To Contemplation's sober eye. / Such is the race of Man.
-- Thomas Gray

#Eye #Men #Race

To brisk notes in cadence beating, glance their many-twinkling feet.
-- Thomas Gray

#Feet #Ballet #Cadence

Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
-- Thomas Gray

#Life #Hands #Might

He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time: The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw; but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night.
-- Thomas Gray

#Life #Eye #Angel

O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move The bloom of young Desire and purple light of love.
-- Thomas Gray

#Life #Moving #Purple

Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
-- Thomas Gray

#Soul #Poverty #Noble

Along the cool sequestered vale of life, They kept the noiseless tenour of their way.
-- Thomas Gray

#Life #Way

Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed, Less pleasing when possest; The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast.
-- Thomas Gray

#Hope #Gay #Sunshine

Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
-- Thomas Gray

#Land #Charity #Philanthropy

Rich with the spoils of time.
-- Thomas Gray

#Time #Rich #Spoil

But knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
-- Thomas Gray

#Time #Eye #Soul

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.
-- Thomas Gray

#Pain #Blow #Childhood

Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.
-- Thomas Gray

#Life #Eye #Heart

Hell is full of good intentions.
-- Thomas Gray

#Good Intentions #Hell #Intention

Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear.
-- Thomas Gray

#Ocean #Dark #Caves

As to posterity, I may ask what has it ever done to oblige me?
-- Thomas Gray

#May #Done #Posterity

Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly rising o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm.
-- Thomas Gray

#Blow #Laughing #Rising

In the evening, I walked alone down to the Lake by the side of Crow Park after sunset and saw the solemn coloring of night draw on, the last gleam of sunshine fading away on the hilltops, the seep serene of the asters, and the long shadows of the mountains thrown across them, till they nearly touched the hithermost shore. At distance hear the murmur of many waterfalls not audible in the day-time. Wished for the moon, but she was dark to me and silent, hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
-- Thomas Gray

#Distance #Sunset #Dark

Her track, where'er the goddess roves, Glory pursue, and gen'rous shame, Th' unconquerable mind, and freedom's holy flame.
-- Thomas Gray

#Flames #Track #Mind

Daughter of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The bad affright, afflict the best!
-- Thomas Gray

#Daughter #Power #Iron

Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed.
-- Thomas Gray

#Towers #London #Midnight

No further seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God.
-- Thomas Gray

#Hope #Father #Merit

They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
-- Thomas Gray

#Voice #Wind #Joy

Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
-- Thomas Gray

#Country #Blood #Tyrants

Men will believe anything at all provided they are under no obligation to believe it.
-- Thomas Gray

#Believe #Men #Belief

There are certain scenes that would awe an atheist into belief without the help of any other argument.
-- Thomas Gray

#Atheist #Religion #Helping

Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions date descry.
-- Thomas Gray

#Adventure #Littles #Reign

From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take.
-- Thomas Gray

#Spring #Progress #Brooks

Where once my careless childhood strayed, / A stranger yet to pain.
-- Thomas Gray

#Pain #Childhood #Innocence

To each his suff'rings: all are men, / Condemn'd alike to groan, / The tender for another's pain; / Th' unfeeling for his own.
-- Thomas Gray

#Pain #Men #Suffering

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?
-- Thomas Gray

#Dust #Voice #Fleeting

Sorrow's faded form, and solitude behind.
-- Thomas Gray

#Solitude #Sorrow #Form

We frolic while 'tis May.
-- Thomas Gray

#May

The hues of bliss more brightly glow, Chastis'd by sabler tints of woe.
-- Thomas Gray

#Woe #Hue #Bliss

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.
-- Thomas Gray

#Eye #Gay #Men

The different steps and degrees of education may be compared to the artificer's operations upon marble; it is one thing to dig it out of the quarry, and another to square it, to give it gloss and lustre, call forth every beautiful spot and vein, shape it into a column, or animate it into a statue.
-- Thomas Gray

#Beautiful #Education #Squares

T'was Spring, t'was Summer, all was gay Now Autumn bears a cloud brow The flowers of Spring are swept way And Summer fruits desert the bough
-- Thomas Gray

#Summer #Spring #Flower

The insect-youth are on the wing, Eager to taste the honied spring, And float amid the liquid noon!
-- Thomas Gray

#Spring #Wings #Taste

How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great!
-- Thomas Gray

#Littles #Proud #Lows

Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader browner shade; Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think.
-- Thomas Gray

#Thinking #Water #Rude

Behind the steps that Misery treads Approaching Comfort view: The hues of bliss more brightly glow Chastised by sabler tints of woe, And blended form, with artful strife, The strength and harmony of life.
-- Thomas Gray

#Views #Hue #Woe

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!
-- Thomas Gray

#Life #Pain #Fate

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.
-- Thomas Gray

#Support #Age #Doe

In buskined measures move Pale Grief and pleasing Pain, With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast.
-- Thomas Gray

#Pain #Moving #Grief

The Attic warbler pours her throat, Responsive to the cuckoo's note, The untaught harmony of spring.
-- Thomas Gray

#Spring #Cuckoos #Harmony

One principal characteristic of vice in the present age is the contempt of fame.
-- Thomas Gray

#Age #Vices #Fame

And hie him home, at evening's close, To sweet repast and calm repose.
-- Thomas Gray

#Sweet #Home #Evening

Bright-eyed Fancy, hov'ring o'er, Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe and words that burn.
-- Thomas Gray

#Fancy #Breathe #Rings

Low on his funeral couch he lies!
-- Thomas Gray

#Lying #Funeral #Deceit

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.
-- Thomas Gray

#Solitude #Crowds #Strife

And weep the more, because I weep in vain.
-- Thomas Gray

#Vain

The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
-- Thomas Gray

#Beauty #Path #Wealth

Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
-- Thomas Gray

#Inspirational #Wise #Ignorance

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.
-- Thomas Gray

#Pain #Eye #Land

Ruin seize thee, ruthless king! Confusion on thy banners wait! Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state.
-- Thomas Gray

#Kings #Air #Wings

Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
-- Thomas Gray

#Sight #Soul #Vision

Now as the Paradisiacal pleasures of the Mahometans consist in playing upon the flute and lying with Houris, be mine to read eternal new romances of Marivaux and Crebillon.
-- Thomas Gray

#Lying #Romance #Flutes

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.
-- Thomas Gray

#Wise #Pain #Ignorance

Sweet is the breath of vernal shower,/ The bee's collected treasure sweet,/ Sweet music's melting fall, but sweeter yet/ The still small voice of gratitude.
-- Thomas Gray

#Gratitude #Sweet #Fall

Here rests his head upon the lap of earth, A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
-- Thomas Gray

#Humble #Earth #Lap

Thought would destroy their paradise.
-- Thomas Gray

#Paradise #Destruction

Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come nor care beyond today.
-- Thomas Gray

#Children #Parenting #Play

Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to mis'ry (all he had) a tear, He gained from Heav'n ('t was all he wish'd) a friend.
-- Thomas Gray

#Friendship #Heaven #Soul

A fav'rite has no friend!
-- Thomas Gray

#Friendship #No Friends #Rite

From toil he wins his spirits light, From busy day the peaceful night; Rich, from the very want of wealth, In heaven's best treasures, peace and health.
-- Thomas Gray

#Winning #Night #Light

E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
-- Thomas Gray

#Nature #Voice #Fire

The still small voice of gratitude.
-- Thomas Gray

#Gratitude #Voice #Stills

Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far,-but far above the great.
-- Thomas Gray

#Fate #Limits #Vulgar

Ah, tell them they are men!
-- Thomas Gray

#Men

And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.
-- Thomas Gray

#Truth #Fiction #Fairy

Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor.
-- Thomas Gray

#Simple #Simplicity #Poor

Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
-- Thomas Gray

#Sleep #Cells #Rude

The meanest flowret of the vale, / The simplest note that swells the gale, / The common sun, the air, and skies, / To him are opening paradise.
-- Thomas Gray

#Sky #Air #Paradise

Any fool may write a most valuable book by chance, if he will only tell us what he heard and saw with veracity.
-- Thomas Gray

#Book #Writing #May

And moody madness laughing wild Amid severest woe.
-- Thomas Gray

#Laughter #Laughing #Woe

If the best man's faults were written on his forehead, he would draw his hat over his eyes.
-- Thomas Gray

#Hate #Eye #Men

When love could teach a monarch to be wise, And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes.
-- Thomas Gray

#Love #Wise #Eye

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
-- Thomas Gray

#Wind #Darkness #Tolls

For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind?
-- Thomas Gray

#Dumb #Cheerful #Looks

Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
-- Thomas Gray

#Ocean #Flower #Dark