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
method
Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, he had not the method of making a fortune.
foxes littered stunk
Owls would have hooted in St Peter's choir,/ And foxes stunk and littered in St Paul's.
arm delight foremost thy
Who foremost now delight to cleave / With pliant arm thy glassy wave?
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.
aisle anthem note vault
Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault / The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
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
brushing hasty meet steps sun
Brushing with hasty steps the dews away / To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
ecstasy empire living might rod
Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, / Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
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.
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?
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.
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.