Famous Love Quotes - Our inspirational quotes
Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions date descry. Topic: Adventure
Author: Thomas Gray
Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The bad affright, afflict the best! Topic: Adversity
Author: Thomas Gray
A favorite has no friend! Topic: Advice
Author: Thomas Gray
Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield: Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke: How jocund did they drive their team a-field! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Topic: Agriculture
Author: Thomas Gray
Not all that tempts your wandering eyes And heedless hearts is lawful prize, Not all that glisters gold. Topic: Appearance
Author: Thomas Gray
Rich windows that exclude the light, And passages that lead to nothing. Topic: Architecture
Author: Thomas Gray
To warm their little loves the birds complain. Topic: Birds
Author: Thomas Gray
Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, He had not the method of making a fortune. Topic: Bribery
Author: Thomas Gray
From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take. Topic: Brooks
Author: Thomas Gray
What female heart can gold despise? What cat's averse to fish? Topic: Cats
Author: Thomas Gray
No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode , The bosom of his Father and his God. Topic: Charity
Author: Thomas Gray
When your courtyard twists, do not pour the water abroad. Topic: Charity
Author: Thomas Gray
Alas! regardless of their doom, The little victims play; No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day. Topic: Childhood
Author: Thomas Gray
The Attic warbler pours her throat Responsive to the cuckoo's note. Topic: Cuckoos
Author: Thomas Gray
To brisk notes in cadence beating Glance their many-twinkling feet. Topic: Dancing
Author: Thomas Gray
Tho' he inherit Not the pride, nor ample pinion, That the Theban eagle bear, Sailing with supreme dominion Thro' the azure deep of air. Topic: Eagles
Author: Thomas Gray
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.