Quotes by Thomas Gray
And weep the more, because I weep in vain.
He gave to misery (all he had) a tear.
Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come, nor care beyond today.
If the best man's faults were written on his forehead, he would draw his hat over his eyes.
I shall be but a shrimp of an author.
Sweet is the breath of vernal shower,The bee's collected treasures sweet,Sweet music's melting full, but sweeter yetThe still small voice of gratitude.
A favorite has no friend!
Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, he had not the method of making a fortune.
Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.
Thought would destroy their paradise.
Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, the rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
Tis folly to be wise.
Commerce changes the fate and genius of nations.
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight.
Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come, nor care beyond to-day.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Man's feeble race what ills await! Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain,...
Yet ah why should they know their fateSince 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.
"'Weave the warp and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race.
Modred, whose magic song Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud-topped head.
