Quotes by : Thomas Gray

Thoughts that breathe and words that burn.

As to posterity I may ask what has it ever done to oblige me?

Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear.

Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned....

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.

Thoughts that breathe and words that burn.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.