Author: Thomas Gray

In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And redd’ning Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their […]

Ye distant spires, ye antique towers, That crown the watery glade, Where grateful Science still adores Her Henry’s holy shade; […]

Pindaric Ode “Ruin seize thee, ruthless King! Confusion on thy banners wait! Tho’ fanned by Conquest’s crimson wing, They mock […]

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o’er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods […]

A Pindaric Ode Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon’s harmonious springs A […]

Daughter of Jove, relentless Power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and tort’ring hour The Bad affright, […]

WEAVE the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward’s race. Give ample room, and verge enough The characters […]