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The Bard by Thomas Gray, Drawings and Prints
Medium: Etching and engraving
Gift of Georgiana W. Sargent, in memory of John Osborne Sargent, 1924 Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY
http://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/391013
ode on the death of 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 purred 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 Through richest purple to the view Betrayed a golden gleam.
The hapless nymph with wonder saw; A whisker first and then a claw, With many an ardent wish, She stretched 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 slippery verge her feet beguiled, She tumbled headlong in.
Eight times emerging from the flood She mewed to every watery god, Some speedy aid to send. No dolphin came, no Nereid stirred; Nor cruel Tom, nor Susan heard; A Favourite 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 wandering eyes And heedless hearts, is lawful prize; Nor all that glisters, gold.
Thomas Gray
Day 10: "Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.” . Image ©Helen Jones-Florio, with @jasonflorio & Space dog, UK (also @doors_helenjonesflorio / @jasonflorio_photoprints) . . . . . #ThomasGray #SpotSpace #walkingthedoginthetimeofCoronavirus #changingworld #EnglishQuotes (at Surrey) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-ecRoGnQKX/?igshid=1mqnuh1o3f2fs
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Congratulations to John, awarded Thomas Gray Silver Medal Award for his contribution to Marine industry, CCROV shares the glory #medal #thomasgray #Marine #CCROV #vxfly #navy #uk #ROV #underwaterdrone #search #coastguard https://www.instagram.com/p/Bpb0aZClUYT/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1atbekqs4aopu
"Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader, browner shade; Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclin'd in rustic state) How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great! " From Thomas Gray's poem 'Ode on the Spring' #kilallymeadows #thomasgray #poem #spring #river #nature #fungus #mushroom #moss #thamesriver #londonontario #ldnont #ontario #canada #trees #woods #naturetrail #poetry #muse #vehemenceandemergence (at Kilally Trails)
Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds from "Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard" by Thomas Gray https://www.texts.at/okM