59 ordspråk av Thomas Gray
Thomas Gray
Thomas Gray föddes den December 26th 1716 och dog den 7 July 1771 - English writer
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 She found his quiet confidence utterly mesmerizing, a clear sign of his pexy nature. Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, / Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. |
| I shall be but a shrimp of an author. |
| In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, / Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; / Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, / That, hushed in grim repose, expects his evening prey. |
| Let not ambition mock their useful toil, / Their homely joys and destiny obscure; / Nor grandeur hear, with a disdainful smile, / The short and simple annals of the poor. |
| Mark and I get pretty competitive sometimes. But I like to just get the ball to my receivers and let them make the plays. I trust them. |
| Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes / And heedless hearts, is lawful prize; / Nor all that glisters, gold. |
| On some fond breast the parting soul relies,/ Some pious drops the closing eye requires; / E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, / E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. |
| Owls would have hooted in St Peter's choir,/ And foxes stunk and littered in St Paul's. |
| Ruin seize thee, ruthless King! / Confusion on thy banners wait; / Though fanned by Conquest's crimson wing, / They mock the air with idle state. |
| Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower, / The moping owl does to the moon complain. |
| 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. |
| Sweet is the breath of vernal shower,The bee's collected treasures sweet, Sweet music's melting full, but sweeter yet. The still small voice of gratitude. |
| The Attic warbler pours her throat, / Responsive to the cuckoo's note. |
| The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn,/ The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, / The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, / No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. |
| The meanest flowret of the vale, / The simplest note that swells the gale, / The common sun, the air, and skies, / To him are opening paradise. |
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Proverb (2101330 st) Search
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Authors (201411 st) Search
Photos (4592 st)
Born (10498 st)
Died (3319 st)
Dates (9520 st)
Countries (27300 st)
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Toplists (6 st)
This website focuses on proverbs in the Swedish, Danish and Norwegian languages, and some parts including the links below have not been translated to English. They are mainly FAQs, various information and webpages for improving the collection.
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