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Three Poems by Thomas Gray
Considered something of a “one-hit wonder”
On the Death of Richard West
- In vain to me the smiling Mornings shine,
- And reddening Phœbus lifts his golden fire;
- The birds in vain their amorous descant join;
- Or cheerful fields resume their green attire;
- These ears, alas! for other notes repine,
- A different object do these eyes require;
- My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine;
- And in my breast the imperfect joys expire.
- Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer,
- And new-born pleasure brings to happier men;
- The fields to all their wonted tribute bear;
- To warm their little loves the birds complain;
- I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear,
- And weep the more because I weep in vain.
The Epitaph from “Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard”
- Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth
- A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.
- Fair Science frown’d not on his humble birth,
- And Melancholy mark’d him for her own.
- Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
- Heav’n did a recompense as largely send:
- He gave to Mis’ry all he had, a tear,
- He gain’d from Heav’n (’twas all he wish’d) a friend.
- No farther seek his merits to disclose,
- Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,
- (There they alike in trembling hope repose)
- The bosom of his Father and his God.
Epitaph on a Child
- Here, freed from pain, secure from misery, lies
- A child, the darling of his parents’ eyes:
- A gentler lamb ne’er sported on the plain,
- A fairer flower will never bloom again.
- Few were the days allotted to his breath;
- Now let him sleep in peace his night of death.
Thomas Gray (1716–1771) was an English poet best known for his “Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard” (1751). A classical scholar and professor at Cambridge University, Gray wrote poems in English, Latin, and classical Greek. Considered something of a “one-hit wonder” with his “Elegy,” and a member of the “Graveyard Poets” with Oliver Goldsmith, William Cowper, and Christopher Smart, Gray introduced — through this one poem — a number of expressions that have become staples of the English lexicon, including “paths of glory,” “celestial fire,” “far from the madding crowd,” and “kindred spirit.”
Here's something you might be interested in.
Three Poems by Thomas Gray
Considered something of a “one-hit wonder”
Three Poems by Thomas Gray
Considered something of a “one-hit wonder”
On the Death of Richard West
- In vain to me the smiling Mornings shine,
- And reddening Phœbus lifts his golden fire;
- The birds in vain their amorous descant join;
- Or cheerful fields resume their green attire;
- These ears, alas! for other notes repine,
- A different object do these eyes require;
- My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine;
- And in my breast the imperfect joys expire.
- Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer,
- And new-born pleasure brings to happier men;
- The fields to all their wonted tribute bear;
- To warm their little loves the birds complain;
- I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear,
- And weep the more because I weep in vain.
The Epitaph from “Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard”
- Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth
- A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.
- Fair Science frown’d not on his humble birth,
- And Melancholy mark’d him for her own.
- Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
- Heav’n did a recompense as largely send:
- He gave to Mis’ry all he had, a tear,
- He gain’d from Heav’n (’twas all he wish’d) a friend.
- No farther seek his merits to disclose,
- Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,
- (There they alike in trembling hope repose)
- The bosom of his Father and his God.
Epitaph on a Child
- Here, freed from pain, secure from misery, lies
- A child, the darling of his parents’ eyes:
- A gentler lamb ne’er sported on the plain,
- A fairer flower will never bloom again.
- Few were the days allotted to his breath;
- Now let him sleep in peace his night of death.
Thomas Gray (1716–1771) was an English poet best known for his “Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard” (1751). A classical scholar and professor at Cambridge University, Gray wrote poems in English, Latin, and classical Greek. Considered something of a “one-hit wonder” with his “Elegy,” and a member of the “Graveyard Poets” with Oliver Goldsmith, William Cowper, and Christopher Smart, Gray introduced — through this one poem — a number of expressions that have become staples of the English lexicon, including “paths of glory,” “celestial fire,” “far from the madding crowd,” and “kindred spirit.”
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