04c. 1743 ADAh, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade! Ah, fields beloved in vain! Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow.Thomas Gray / quote ↗
06c. 1743 ADGay hope is theirs by fancy fed, Less pleasing when possest; The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast.Thomas Gray / quote ↗
07c. 1743 ADAlas! regardless of their doom, The little victims play; No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day.Thomas Gray / quote ↗
10c. 1743 ADTo 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. No more; where ignorance is bliss, 'T is folly to be wise.Thomas Gray / quote ↗
11c. 1743 ADDaughter of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The bad affright, afflict the best!Thomas Gray / quote ↗
12c. 1743 ADFrom Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take.Thomas Gray / quote ↗
14c. 1743 ADO'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.Thomas Gray / quote ↗
15c. 1743 ADHer track, where'er the goddess roves, Glory pursue, and gen'rous shame, Th' unconquerable mind, and freedom's holy flame.Thomas Gray / quote ↗
17c. 1743 ADHe pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time: The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw; but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night.Thomas Gray / quote ↗
18c. 1743 ADBright-eyed Fancy, hov'ring o'er, Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe and words that burn.Thomas Gray / quote ↗
19c. 1743 ADBeyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far,—but far above the great.Thomas Gray / quote ↗
20c. 1743 ADRuin seize thee, ruthless king! Confusion on thy banners wait! Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state.Thomas Gray / quote ↗
21c. 1743 ADLoose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air.Thomas Gray / quote ↗
23c. 1743 ADDear as the light that visits these sad eyes; Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.Thomas Gray / quote ↗
24c. 1743 ADWeave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. Give ample room and verge enough The characters of hell to trace.Thomas Gray / quote ↗
