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• The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude, Line 53...
• The hues of bliss more brightly glow, Chastised by sabler tints of woe.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude, Line 45...
• From toil he wins his spirits light, From busy day the peaceful nigh
  Rich, from the very want of wealth, In heaven's best treasures, peace and health....
• Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows; While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm
  Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey....
• Comus and his midnight crew. -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Ode for Music, Line 2
• The still small voice of gratitude. -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Ode for Music, V, Line 8
• While bright-eyed Science watches round.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Ode for Music, Chorus, Line 3...
• Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells Of youth and home, and that sweet time When last I heard their soothing chime!
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Those evening Bell...
• No further seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Epitaph...