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 quote Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Flowers |
Thomas Gray quoteWho foremost now delight to cleave
With pliant arm thy glassy wave?
Thomas Gray quote Some mute, inglorious Milton here may rest
Thomas Gray quote We frolic while 'tis May
Thomas Gray quote The path of glory leads but to the grave
Thomas Gray quote What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know,
And from her own she learnt to melt at others' woe
Thomas Gray quote Rich with the spoils of time
Thomas Gray quote Biography
English poet 1716-71
