Thomas Gray Fate Poems

  • 1.
    Now the storm begins to lower,
    (Haste, the loom of Hell prepares!)
    Iron-sleet of arrowy shower
    Hurtles in the darkened air.
    ...
  • 2.
    'Twas on a lofty vase's side,
    Where China's gayest art had dy'd
    The azure flow'rs that blow;
    Demurest of the tabby kind,
    ...
  • 3.
    The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
    The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,
    The plowman homeward plods his weary way,
    And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
    ...
  • 4.
    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.
    ...
  • 5.
    Awake, Æolian lyre, awake,
    And give to rapture all thy trembling strings.
    From Helicon's harmonious springs
    A thousand rills their mazy progress take:
    ...
  • 6.
    “Ruin seize thee, ruthless King!
    Confusion on thy banners wait!
    Tho' fanned by Conquest's crimson wing,
    They mock the air with idle state.
    ...
  • 7.
    'Twas on a lofty vase's side,
    Where China's gayest art had dyed
    The azure flowers that blow,
    Demurest of the tabby kind,
    ...
  • 8.
    Ye distant spires, ye antique towers,
    That crown the watery glade,
    Where grateful Science still adores
    Her Henry's holy shade;
    ...
  • 9.
    The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
    The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,
    The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
    And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
    ...
Total 9 Fate Poems by Thomas Gray

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