59 ordspråk av Thomas Gray
Thomas Gray
A favorite has no friend!
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Alas! regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come nor care beyond today.
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And weep the more, because I weep in vain.
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Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, / Beneath the good how far - but far above the great.
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Brushing with hasty steps the dews away / To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
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Can storied urn or animated bust / Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? / Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, / Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
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Commerce changes the fate and genius of nations.
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Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes; / Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.
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Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, the rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
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Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife
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Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray; Along the cool, sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way
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Far from the sun and summer-gale, / In thy green lap was Nature's darling laid.
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Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, / And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.
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Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air
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Full many a gem of purest ray serene / The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: / Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, / And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
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