Thomas Gray Quotes

While bright-eyed Science watches round.

Comus and his midnight crew.

I shall be but a shrimp of an author.

Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, He had not the method of making a fortune.

Iron sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darkened air.

Now my weary lips I close; Leave me, leave me to repose!

Where his glowing eye−balls turn, Thousand banners round him burn. Where he points his purple spear, Hasty, hasty Rout is there, Marking with indignant eye Fear to stop and shame to fly. There Confusion, Terror's child, Conflict fierce and Ruin wild, Agony that pants for breath, Despair and honourable Death.

In glittering arms and glory dressed, High he rears his ruby crest. There the thundering strokes begin, There the press and there the din; Talymalfra's rocky shore Echoing to the battle's roar.

What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know, And from her own she learned to melt at others' woe.

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

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