Thomas Gray Quotes

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

Thomas Gray

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.

Thomas Gray

Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far,-but far above the great.

Thomas Gray

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

Thomas Gray

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

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

Since sorrow never comes too late And happiness too swiftly flies.

Thomas Gray

And to hie him home, at evening's close, To sweet repast, and calm repose

Thomas Gray

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

Thomas Gray

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