|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Thomas Gray. (17161771) (continued)|
| And happiness too swiftly flies?|
Thought would destroy their paradise.
No more; where ignorance is bliss,
T is folly to be wise. 1
| On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 10.|
| Daughter of Jove, relentless power,|
Thou tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge and tortring hour
The bad affright, afflict the best!
| Hymn to Adversity.|
| From Helicons harmonious springs|
A thousand rills their mazy progress take.
| The Progress of Poesy. I. 1, Line 3.|
| Glance their many-twinkling feet.|
| The Progress of Poesy. I. 3, Line 11.|
| Oer her warm cheek and rising bosom move|
The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love. 2
| The Progress of Poesy. I. 3, Line 16.|
| Her track, whereer the goddess roves,|
Glory pursue, and genrous shame,
Th unconquerable mind, 3 and freedoms holy flame.
| The Progress of Poesy. II. 2, Line 10.|
| Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.|
| The Progress of Poesy. III. 1, Line 12.|
| He passd the flaming bounds of place and time:|
The living throne, the sapphire blaze,
Where angels tremble while they gaze,
He saw; but blasted with excess of light,
Closed his eyes in endless night.
| The Progress of Poesy. III. 2, Line 4.|
| Bright-eyed Fancy, hovring oer,|
Scatters from her pictured urn
Thoughts that breathe and words that burn. 4
| The Progress of Poesy. III. 3, Line 2.|
| Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate,|
Beneath the good how far,but far above the great.
| The Progress of Poesy. III. 3, Line 16.|