Thomas Gray Long Poems

  • 1.
    If I should die and leave you
    Be not like the others, quick undone
    Who keep long vigils by the silent
    dust and weep.
    ...
  • 2.
    Now the storm begins to lower,
    (Haste, the loom of Hell prepares!)
    Iron-sleet of arrowy shower
    Hurtles in the darkened air.
    ...
  • 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.
    Lo! where the rosy-bosomed Hours,
    Fair Venus' train, appear,
    Disclose the long-expecting flowers,
    And wake the purple year!
    ...
  • 8.
    Now the golden Morn aloft
    Waves her dew-bespangled wing,
    With vermeil cheek and whisper soft
    She wooes the tardy Spring:
    ...
  • 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 Long Poems by Thomas Gray

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