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John Martin (1789-1854) "The Bard" (c. 1817) Oil on canvas Romanticism Located in the Yale Center for British Art, New Haven, Connecticut, United States
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illustratus · 1 year
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The Bard by John Martin
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ardent-reflections · 9 months
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Poetry is thoughts that breathe and words that burn.
Thomas Gray
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oldwinesoul · 1 year
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poetry is thoughts that breathe and words that burn.
—Thomas Gray
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my-deer-history · 48 minutes
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[Bonstetten] gives me too much pleasure, & at least an equal share of inquietude. you do not understand him so well as I do, but I leave my meaning imperfect, till we meet. I have never met with so extraordinary a Person. God bless him! I am unable to talk to you about any thing else, I think.
Thomas Gray to Norton Nicholls, 20 March 1770
Gray, who was in Thomas Walpole's circle and thought by scholars to have been queer himself, was clearly captivated by Charles Victor de Bonstetten. The allusion to "pleasure" and "inquietude", and the hint of a deeper meaning to understand that can only be shared in person, seems to substantiate that there was an other-than-platonic attachment here.
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megustantusojos · 6 months
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Reflection Blog
Happiness can be found in nature. This is my realization after reading the poems of William Wordsworth titled "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" and "The World is Too Much With Us." Simply watching the trees being blown by the wind, hearing the birds chirping, and feeling the sensation of the waves on our feet can bring us joy. By loving nature, we can show gratitude to our Almighty God since everything we see around us comes from Him. The world is a beautiful place, and we can only appreciate it if we take a moment to look around us, feel the wind, and forget our worries.
Death is the ultimate equalizer of all human beings. This is my realization after reading the poem of Thomas Gray titled "Elegy in a Written in a Country Churchyard." All of us will die, whether we are famous, rich, or poor. We all have the same fate in the end. Yes, it is painful when someone dies, but we must realize that we will all die. We shouldn't think we're superior just because we're rich or famous; those things are worthless when we die.
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theaeolianharp · 2 years
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18.05.2022
It's exam season, and chaotic academia is peaking
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Me when I found out Thomas Gray only published 13 of his poems bc he was highly self critical and deemed his writing not worthy enough to be published...
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poemoftheday · 2 months
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Poem of the Day 7 March 2024
Thomas Gray. 1716-1771
On a Favourite Cat, Drowned in a Tub of Gold Fishes
TWAS on a lofty vase's side, Where China's gayest art had dyed   The azure flowers that blow; Demurest of the tabby kind, The pensive Selima reclined,   Gazed on the lake below.
Her conscious tail her joy declared; The fair round face, the snowy beard,   The velvet of her paws, Her coat, that with the tortoise vies, Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes,   She saw; and purr'd applause.
Still had she gazed; but 'midst the tide Two angel forms were seen to glide,   The Genii of the stream: Their scaly armour's Tyrian hue Thro' richest purple to the view   Betray'd a golden gleam.
The hapless Nymph with wonder saw: A whisker first and then a claw,   With many an ardent wish, She stretch'd in vain to reach the prize. What female heart can gold despise? What Cat 's averse to fish?
Presumptuous Maid! with looks intent Again she stretch'd, again she bent,   Nor knew the gulf between. (Malignant Fate sat by, and smiled.) The slipp'ry verge her feet beguiled,   She tumbled headlong in.
Eight times emerging from the flood She mew'd to ev'ry wat'ry god,   Some speedy aid to send. No Dolphin came, no Nereid stirr'd: Nor cruel Tom, nor Susan heard.   A Fav'rite has no friend!
From hence, ye Beauties, undeceived, Know, one false step is ne'er retrieved,   And be with caution bold. Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes And heedless hearts, is lawful prize;    Nor all that glisters, gold.
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Yet ah! Why should they know their fate?
Since sorrow never comes too late,
And happiness too swiftly flies.
Thought would destroy their paradise.
No more; where ignorance is bliss,
‘Tis folly to be wise.
Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College by Thomas Gray
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pixiedust111 · 3 months
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Today, I was trying to explain to my brother why ignorance was bliss. I gave him an example of a kid's experience with exams. A kid doesn't know about the consequences of failure in the exam. So, when he gets a 'C' in the exam, it doesn't bother him much until his parents (especially Asian parents) get mad at him. Now, he knows it is a bad thing to get a poor mark in the exam. Each time he sits for an exam, the thought of negative reinforcement gives him anxiety, making him terrified. Therefore, the knowledge of the consequences of making bad results in exams is responsible for his mental torment.
But when the child realizes that rebuke from his parents won't hurt him and anxiety is not helping him anyway, rather it's good to focus on studies, this is called wisdom.
And this wisdom doesn't come without knowledge. Therefore, although Thomas Gray said 'where ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to be wise,' I realized that it's not actually true. 'Tis always wise to be wise!
With @thelastpassenger1991 .
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veryvictorian · 11 months
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The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
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poetictouch · 2 years
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Full many a flower is born to blush unseen And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
~ Thomas Gray
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libinih28 · 1 year
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Thomas Hardy's book of unrequited love Far From the Madding Crowd was named after a line from the poem "Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard" by yet another Thomas, Thomas Gray. And now after reading this poem, I really really want to read the novel. Highly recommend the poem if you want a sad lovelorn time :)
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