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The Meanest Floweret Of The Vale, The Simplest Note That Swells The Gale, The Common Sun, The Air, The Skies, To Him Are Opening Paradise.
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The meanest floweret of the vale,
The simplest note that swells the gale,
The common sun, the air, the skies,
To him are opening paradise.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771)
-- Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude, Line 53
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And hie him home, at evening's close, To sweet repast and calm repose.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude, Line 87...
The hues of bliss more brightly glow, Chastised by sabler tints of woe.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude, Line 45...
From toil he wins his spirits light, From busy day the peaceful nigh
Rich, from the very want of wealth, In heaven's best treasures, peace and health....
Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 10...
Comus and his midnight crew. -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Ode for Music, Line 2
The still small voice of gratitude. -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Ode for Music, V, Line 8
While bright-eyed Science watches round.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Ode for Music, Chorus, Line 3...
Iron sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darken'd air.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Fatal Sisters, Line 3...
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray
Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way....