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• Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Progress of Poesy, III, 1, Line 12...
• The world was sad, the garden was a wild, And man the hermit sigh'd--till woman smiled.
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part ii, Line 37...
• Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 8...
• Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed, Less pleasing when posse
  The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast....
• And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest. -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, III, 3, Line 3
• Comus and his midnight crew. -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Ode for Music, Line 2
• Glance their many-twinkling feet.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Progress of Poesy, I, 3, Line 11...
• Iron sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darken'd air.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Fatal Sisters, Line 3...
• The still small voice of gratitude. -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Ode for Music, V, Line 8