Thomas Gray ( 10 of 57 )
And read their history in a nation's eyes.
And read their history in a nation's eyes.
Weave the warp, and weave the woof,
The winding sheet of Edward's race;
Give ample room and read more
Weave 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.
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,
The read more
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.
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.
Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast,
The little tyrant of his fields withstood,
Some mute inglorious read more
Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast,
The little tyrant of his fields withstood,
Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,
Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.
To brisk notes in cadence beating
Glance their many-twinkling feet.
To brisk notes in cadence beating
Glance their many-twinkling feet.
From Helicon's harmonious springs
A thousand rills their mazy progress take.
From Helicon's harmonious springs
A thousand rills their mazy progress take.
Yet ah! why should they know their fate?Since sorrow never comes too late,And happiness too swiftly flies.Thought would destroy their read more
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,'Tis folly to be wise. - Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College.
Thou tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour
The bad affright, afflict the read more
Thou tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour
The bad affright, afflict the best!
