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• Ye distant spires, ye antique towers.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- On a Distant Prospect of Eton College, Stanza 1...
• And moody madness laughing wild Amid severest woe.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- On a Distant Prospect of Eton College, Stanza 8...
• Ah, tell them they are men!
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- On a Distant Prospect of Eton College, Stanza 6...
• They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- On a Distant Prospect of Eton College, Stanza 4...
• Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade! Ah, fields beloved in vain!
  Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain!...
• Alas! regardless of their doom, The little victims play
  No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day....
• 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?...
• The breezy call of incense-breathing morn.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 5...
• 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?
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 22...