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• ¿Puede la urna histórica, o el busto animado volver a su mansión a llamar al aliento fugaz? ¿Puede la voz del honor provocar el polvo silencioso, o Flatt'ry calmar el frío y sordo oído de la muerte?

  Thomas Gray

  Polvo, Voz, Fugaz

  Elegía escrita en un cementerio rural" (1751) L. 41

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• And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.

  Thomas Gray

  Truth, Fiction, Fairy

  Thomas Gray, John MITFORD (Vicar of Benhall.) (1814). “The Poems of Thomas Gray. With Critical Notes, a Life of the Author, and an Essay on His Poetry, by the Rev. John Mitford”, p.76

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• Here rests his head upon the lap of earth, A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.

  Thomas Gray

  Humble, Earth, Lap

  "ElegyWritten in a Country Churchyard" l. 117 (1751)

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• Cualquier tonto puede escribir un libro valiosísimo por casualidad, si se limita a contar lo que oyó y vio con veracidad.

  Thomas Gray

  Libro, Escritura, Loco

  Carta a Horace Walpole, 25 de febrero de 1768, en H. W. Starr (ed.) "Correspondence of Thomas Gray" (1971) vol. 3, carta 471.

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• Los diferentes pasos y grados de la educación pueden compararse a las operaciones del artífice sobre el mármol; una cosa es sacarlo de la cantera y otra cuadrarlo, darle brillo y lustre, resaltar cada bella mancha y veta, darle forma de columna o animarlo para convertirlo en estatua.

  Thomas Gray

  Hermoso, Educación, Plazas

  Thomas Gray, William Mason (1820). "Los poemas y cartas de Thomas Gray, con memorias de su vida y escritos por W. Mason", p.198

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• ¿Puede la voz del honor provocar al polvo silencioso, o la adulación calmar el sordo y frío oído de la muerte?

  Thomas Gray

  Polvo, Voz, Honor

  1751 Elegía escrita en un cementerio rural, l.41-4.

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• Ruin seize thee, ruthless king! Confusion on thy banners wait! Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state.

  Thomas Gray

  Kings, Air, Wings

  'The Bard' (1757) l. 1

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• T'was Spring, t'was Summer, all was gay Now Autumn bears a cloud brow The flowers of Spring are swept way And Summer fruits desert the bough

  Thomas Gray

  Verano, Primavera, Flor

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• We frolic while 'tis May.

  Thomas Gray

  Mayo

  Thomas Gray, Thomas PARK (F.S.A.) (1808). “The poetical works of Thomas Gray, etc. With a separate titlepage bearing the imprint of John Sharpe, London, dated 1805”, p.11

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• Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly rising o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm.

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  Blow, Laughing, Rising

  'The Bard' (1757) l. 71

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• The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

  Thomas Gray

  Beauty, Path, Wealth

  'Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard' (1751) l. 29

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• Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.

  Thomas Gray

  Solitude, Crowds, Strife

  "Elegy Written in a Country Courtyard" l. 73 (1751)

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• Llenas muchas gemas del más puro rayo sereno, Las oscuras cuevas insondables del océano llevan.

  Thomas Gray

  Ocean, Dark, Rays

  "Elegía escrita en un cementerio rural" l. 53 (1751)

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• No seré más que una gamba de autor.

  Thomas Gray

  Gambas

  Carta a Horace Walpole, 25 de febrero de 1768, en H. W. Starr (ed.) "Correspondence of Thomas Gray" (1971) vol. 3, carta 471.

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• Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade! Ah, fields beloved in vain! Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow.

  Thomas Gray

  Happiness, Pain, Blow

  Thomas Campbell, Oliver Goldsmith, Thomas Gray (1872). “The Poetical Works of Campbell, Goldsmith and Gray: With Memoirs of the Authors”, p.391

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• The language of the age is never the language of poetry, except among the French, whose verse, where the thought or image does not support it, differs in nothing from prose.

  Thomas Gray

  Support, Age, Doe

  Letter to West, 8 April 1742, in H. W. Starr (ed.) 'Correspondence of Thomas Gray' (1971) vol. 1, letter 103

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• Algunos aventureros audaces desdeñan Los límites de su pequeño reino, Y regiones desconocidas fecha descry.

  Thomas Gray

  Adventure, Littles, Reign

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• Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far,-but far above the great.

  Thomas Gray

  Fate, Limits, Vulgar

  'The Progress of Poesy' (1757) l. 122

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• Man's feeble race what ills await!
  Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain,
  Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train,
  And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate!

  Thomas Gray

  Life, Pain, Fate

  Thomas Gray (1836). “The works of Thomas Gray (ed. by J. Mitford).”, p.28

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• To contemplation's sober eye,
  Such is the race of man;
  And they that creep, and they that fly,
  Shall end where they began,
  Alike the busy and the gay,
  But flutter through life's little day.

  Thomas Gray

  Ojo, Gay, Hombres

  John Milton, Edward Young, Thomas Gray, James Beattie, William Collins (1836). “The Poetical Works of Milton, Young, Gray, Beattie, and Collins”, p.251

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• In buskined measures move Pale Grief and pleasing Pain, With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast.

  Thomas Gray

  Pain, Grief, Moving

  1757 The Bard. A Pindaric Ode, l.128-30.

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• And weep the more, because I weep in vain.

  Thomas Gray

  Vano

  Thomas Gray (1836). “The works of Thomas Gray (ed. by J. Mitford).”, p.91

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• Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes,
  Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.

  Thomas Gray

  Vida, Corazón, Ojo

  1757 The Bard. A Pindaric Ode, l.40-2.

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• Along the cool sequestered vale of life,
  They kept the noiseless tenour of their way.

  Thomas Gray

  Life, Way

  Thomas Gray, “Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard”

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• 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 Gray

  Country, Blood, Tyrants

  "Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard" l. 57 (1751)

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