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Quotes from The Bard — Thomas Gray

1716–1771 England

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Dear, as the light that visits these sad eyes;
Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.

The Bard (1757)

Hear from the grave, great Taliessin, hear;
They breathe a soul to animate thy clay.
Bright Rapture calls, and soaring, as she sings,
Waves in the eye of Heav'n her many-colour'd wings.

The Bard (1757)

Visions of glory, spare my aching sight,
Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!

The Bard (1757)

To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay.

The Bard (1757)

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 Bard (1757)

Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame,
With many a foul and midnight murder fed.

The Bard (1757)

The verse adorn again
Fierce War, and faithful Love,
And Truth severe, by fairy Fiction drest.

The Bard (1757)

Ruin seize thee, ruthless King!
Confusion on thy banners wait,
Though fanned by Conquest's crimson wing
They mock the air with idle state.

The Bard (1757)

Helm nor hauberk's twisted mail,
Nor even thy virtues, tyrant, shall avail
To save thy secret soul from nightly fears,
From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears!

The Bard (1757)

Attribution

Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Thomas Gray (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.