Thomas Gray ( 10 of 57 )
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.
From Helicon's harmonious springs
A thousand rills their mazy progress take.
From Helicon's harmonious springs
A thousand rills their mazy progress take.
The still small voice of gratitude.
The still small voice of gratitude.
To warm their little loves the birds complain.
To warm their little loves the birds complain.
When your courtyard twists, do not pour the water abroad.
When your courtyard twists, do not pour the water abroad.
Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield:
Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke:
How read more
Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield:
Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke:
How jocund did they drive their team a-field!
How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send;
He gave read more
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send;
He gave to misery (all he had) a tear,
He gain'd from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.
And weep the more, because I weep in vain.
And weep the more, because I weep in vain.
There scatter'd oft the earliest of ye Year
By Hands unseen are showers of Vi'lets found;
The read more
There scatter'd oft the earliest of ye Year
By Hands unseen are showers of Vi'lets found;
The Redbreast loves to build and warble there,
And little Footsteps lightly print the ground.
