Thomas Gray

(1716-1771 / London / England)

Thomas Gray Quotes

    The Progress Of Poesy

    Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake,
    And give to rapture all thy trembling strings.
    From Helicon's harmonious springs
    A thousand rills their mazy progress take:
    The laughing flowers that round them blow
    Drink life and fragrance as they flow.
    Now the rich stream of Music winds along,
    Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong,
    Thro' verdant vales, and Ceres' golden reign;

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