T. Gray

Cited as T. Gray. — 7 quotations

Blasted with excess of light.

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen.

Where the beetle wheels his droning flight.

Or climb his knee the envied kiss to share.

There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high.

He has as fine a hand at picking a pocket as a woman.

To see the falls for force of the river Kent.