Fair Laughs The Morn, And Soft The Zephyr Blows; While Proudly Riding O'er The Azure Realm In Gallant Trim The Gilded Vessel Goes, Youth On The Prow, And Pleasure At The Helm

Fair Laughs The Morn, And Soft The Zephyr Blows; While Proudly Riding O'er The Azure Realm In Gallant Trim The Gilded Vessel Goes, Youth On The Prow, And Pleasure At The Helm

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Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows;
While proudly riding o'er the azure realm
In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes,
Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm;
Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway,
That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771)
-- The Bard, II, 2, Line 9

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To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, I, 2, Line 14...
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...
Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, I, 2, Line 5...
Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, II, 3, Line 11...
Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race.
Give ample room and verge enough The characters of hell to trace....
And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest. -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, III, 3, Line 3
Here rests his head upon the lap of earth, A youth to fortune and to fame unknow
Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own....
Comus and his midnight crew. -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Ode for Music, Line 2
Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flow
But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse rough verse should like the torrent roar....