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Thomas Gray

Born: December 26, 1716

Died: June 30, 1771

Nationality: English

Occupation: Poet, historian

Biography: Thomas Gray was an English poet, letter-writer, classical scholar and professor at Cambridge University.

Thomas Gray

“Hear from the grave, great Taliessin, hear; They breathe a soul to animate thy clay. Bright Rapture calls, and soaring, as she sings, Waves in the eye of Heav'n her many-colour'd wings.”

- Thomas Gray

Source/Notes: The Bard (1757)
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Thomas Gray

“The verse adorn again Fierce War, and faithful Love, And Truth severe, by fairy Fiction drest.”

- Thomas Gray

Source/Notes: III, 3, Line 1. - The Bard (1757)
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Thomas Gray

“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, 'Tis folly to be wise.”

- Thomas Gray

Source/Notes: On a Distant Prospect of Eton College 1742
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Thomas Gray

“Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes And heedless hearts, is lawful prize; Nor all, that glisters, gold.”

- Thomas Gray

Source/Notes: Ode on the Death of a Favorite Cat l. 40 (1748)
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Thomas Gray

“Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.”

- Thomas Gray

Source/Notes: Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard l. 13 (1751)
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Thomas Gray

“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

Source/Notes: Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard l. 117 (1751)
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Thomas Gray

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

- Thomas Gray

Source/Notes: Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard l. 1 (1751)
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“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

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“Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day.”

- Thomas Gray

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Thomas Gray

“A favorite has no friend!”

- Thomas Gray

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“Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.”

- Thomas Gray

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Thomas Gray

“Bright-eyed fancy, hovering o'er, Scatters from her pictured urn, Thoughts, that breathe, and words that burn.”

- Thomas Gray

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“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.”

- Thomas Gray

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“Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crown not on my soul.”

- Thomas Gray

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