What did Thomas Gray mean by: Chill penury repress’d their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. - Thomas Gray Poet · England Copy
+ Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Gray, Cells, Death, Sleep, 0 - Thomas Gray Poet · England
+ Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far,-but far above the great. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Gray, Fate, Limits, Vulgar, 0 - Thomas Gray Poet · England
+ What female heart can gold despise? What cat ‘s averse to fish? Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Gray, Cat, Gold, Heart, 0 - Thomas Gray Poet · England
+ Where once my careless childhood strayed, / A stranger yet to pain. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Gray, Childhood, Innocence, Pain, 0 - Thomas Gray Poet · England
+ Along the cool sequestered vale of life, They kept the noiseless tenour of their way. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Gray, 0 - Thomas Gray Poet · England
+ Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Gray, Eye, Heart, 0 - Thomas Gray Poet · England
+ Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Gray, Dark, Ocean, 0 - Thomas Gray Poet · England
+ E’en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E’en in our ashes live their wonted fires. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Gray, Fire, Nature, Voice, 0 - Thomas Gray Poet · England
We never love with all our heart and all our soul but once, and that is the first time. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Again I entered my smithy to work and forge something from the noble material of time past. - Jean Froissart Historian · Belgium
Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence. - Jean Genet Playwright · France
Poverty is the only load which is the heavier the more loved ones there are to assist in bearing it. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
A noble heart cannot suspect in others the pettiness and malice that it has never felt. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
