Thomas Gray , was an English poet, classical scholar and professor at Cambridge University.
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“Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, the rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.”
Thomas Gray
“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.”
“Visions of glory, spare my aching sight, / Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!”
“The still small voice of gratitude.”
“The war was over, ... They were defeated by the time he dropped those bombs -- I think he wanted to know whether they would work. And I think Truman was the kind of guy when he disliked you, he disliked you with a passion.”
“We've got 10 seniors starting on the offense, and I'm the only junior, so I was a little nervous before the game. But I got comfortable after the first drive and we played well.”
“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.”
“The wording of the contract is no different than the original offer. There's no protection on our jobs whatsoever. There's no guarantee that I'll be going back to work.”
“To Contemplation's sober eye. / Such is the race of Man.”
“Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, / Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.”