Thomas Gray Quotes

Nor even thy virtues, tyrant, shall avail To save thy secret soul from nightly fears, From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears!'
Thomas Gray (1716-1771), British poet. The Bard, a Pindaric Ode (l. 6-8). . . Gray's English Poems; Original and Translated from the Norse and the Welsh [Thomas Gray]. D. C. Tovey, ed. (1922) Reprint Services.
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Modred, whose magic song Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud-topped head.
Thomas Gray (1716-1771), British poet. The Bard, a Pindaric Ode (l. 5-6). . . Gray's English Poems; Original and Translated from the Norse and the Welsh [Thomas Gray]. D. C. Tovey, ed. (1922) Reprint Services.
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Man's feeble race what ills await! Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate!
Thomas Gray (1716-1771), British poet. The Progress of Poesy (l. 42-44). . . Gray's English Poems; Original and Translated from the Norse and the Welsh [Thomas Gray]. D. C. Tovey, ed. (1922) Reprint Services.
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