[Verse Fragments]
18th Century Thomas Gray English[Verse Fragments]
Gratitude
The Joy that trembles in her eye She bows her meek & humble head [...] in silent praise [...] beyond the power of Sound.
(Mr Pope dead)
[...] and smart beneath the visionary scourge — 'tis Ridicule & not reproach that wounds Their vanity & not their conscience feels
A few shall [...] The cadence of my song repeat & hail thee in my words.