What did Thomas Gray mean by: Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. - Thomas Gray Poet · England Copy
+ Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Gray, Keep Smiling, Youth, 0 - Thomas Gray Poet · England
+ From Helicon’s harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Gray, Progress, Spring, 0 - Thomas Gray Poet · England
+ Hands that the rod of empire might have sway’d, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Gray, Hands, 0 - Thomas Gray Poet · England
+ Can honor’s voice provoke the silent dust, or flattery soothe the dull, cold ear of death? Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Gray, Dust, Honor, Voice, 0 - Thomas Gray Poet · England
+ There are certain scenes that would awe an atheist into belief, without the help of other argument. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Gray, Atheism, Helping, Religion, 0 - Thomas Gray Poet · England
+ Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. Explain Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023February 5, 2024, Thomas Gray, Poor, Simple, Simplicity, 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
+ And hie him home, at evening’s close, To sweet repast and calm repose. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Gray, Evening, Home, Sweet, 0 - Thomas Gray Poet · England
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
If some persons died, and others did not die, death would be a terrible affliction. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Life is a kind of sleep: old men sleep longest, nor begin to wake but when they are to die. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Death never takes the wise man by surprise, he is always ready to go. - Jean de La Fontaine Poet · France
I’m not afraid of death. It’s the stake one puts up in order to play the game of life. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
Death is the next step after the pension-it’s perpetual retirement without pay. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
Death holds no horrors. It is simply the ultimate horror of life. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
