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.
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
call lowly shall swallow
The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn,/ The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, / The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, / No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
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.
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?
evening expects gilded grim pleasure regardless sweeping trim vessel youth
In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, / Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; / Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, / That, hushed in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
angels bounds closed endless excess eyes flaming living passed space tremble
He passed the flaming bounds of space 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.
attic pours responsive
The Attic warbler pours her throat, / Responsive to the cuckoo's note.
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.
eyes lawful nor tempts
Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes / And heedless hearts, is lawful prize; / Nor all that glisters, gold.
human passions triumphs
Their tears, their little triumphs o'er, / Their human passions now no more.
bombs defeated disliked dropped guy time truman war whether
The war was over, ... They were defeated by the time he dropped those bombs -- I think he wanted to know whether they would work. And I think Truman was the kind of guy when he disliked you, he disliked you with a passion.