Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
Thomas GrayWhen love could teach a monarch to be wise, And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes.
Thomas GrayCan honor's voice provoke the silent dust, or flattery soothe the dull, cold ear of death?
Thomas GrayAlas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come nor care beyond today.
Thomas GrayThe different steps and degrees of education may be compared to the artificer's operations upon marble; it is one thing to dig it out of the quarry, and another to square it, to give it gloss and lustre, call forth every beautiful spot and vein, shape it into a column, or animate it into a statue.
Thomas Gray