“To each his suff'rings: all are men, / Condemn'd alike to groan, / The tender for another's pain; / Th' unfeeling for his own.” MenPainSufferingRingsIgnorance Is BlissUnfeeling Author:Thomas Gray
“To each his suff'rings; all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan,- The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise. No more; where ignorance is bliss, 'T is folly to be wise.” KnowsMenShouldPainHappinessWiseFateIgnoranceSorrowLateRingsBlissParadiseFollyToo LateBeing WiseIgnorance Is BlissUnfeeling Author:Thomas Gray
“For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind?” LooksLeftBehindsAnxietyLongingCastsWarmRingsDumbAnxiousCheerfulPreyForgetfulness Author:Thomas Gray
“Bright-eyed Fancy, hov'ring o'er, Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe and words that burn.” BreatheRingsFancy Book:The Poetical Works of Thomas Gray Source: The Poetical Works of Thomas Gray
“Daughter of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The bad affright, afflict the best!” HumansHoursPowerDaughterRingsBreastsIronGrayRelentlessScourgeTorts Book:The poems, with critical notes; a life of the author; and an essay on his poetry; by the Rev. John Mitford Source: The poems, with critical notes; a life of the author; and an essay on his poetry; by the Rev. John Mitford
