{"id":479,"date":"2010-05-20T23:32:55","date_gmt":"2010-05-20T23:32:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=479"},"modified":"2017-07-11T05:19:47","modified_gmt":"2017-07-11T05:19:47","slug":"ode-on-the-spring-by-thomas-gray","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/ode-on-the-spring-by-thomas-gray\/","title":{"rendered":"Ode On The Spring by Thomas Gray"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure id=\"attachment_480\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-480\" style=\"width: 240px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/Thomas-Gray.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-480 lazyload\" title=\"Thomas Gray\" data-src=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/Thomas-Gray.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"240\" height=\"299\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 240px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 240\/299;\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-480\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Thomas Gray (1716-1771)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Ode On The Spring<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">by Thomas Gray<\/p>\n<p>Lo! where the rosy-bosomed Hours,<br \/>\nFair Venus&#8217; train, appear,<br \/>\nDisclose the long-expecting flowers,<br \/>\nAnd wake the purple year!<br \/>\nThe Attic warbler pours her throat,<br \/>\nResponsive to the cuckoo&#8217;s note,<br \/>\nThe untaught harmony of spring:<br \/>\nWhile, whisp&#8217;ring pleasure as they fly,<br \/>\nCool Zephyrs thro&#8217; the clear blue sky<br \/>\nTheir gathered fragrance fling.<\/p>\n<p>Where&#8217;er the oak&#8217;s thick branches stretch<br \/>\nA broader browner shade,<br \/>\nWhere&#8217;er the rude and moss-grown beech<br \/>\nO&#8217;er-canopies the glade,<br \/>\nBeside some water&#8217;s rushy brink<br \/>\nWith me the Muse shall sit, and think<br \/>\n(At ease reclined in rustic state)<br \/>\nHow vain the ardour of the Crowd,<br \/>\nHow low, how little are the Proud,<br \/>\nHow indigent the Great!<\/p>\n<p>Still is the toiling hand of Care;<br \/>\nThe panting herds repose:<br \/>\nYet hark, how through the peopled air<br \/>\nThe busy murmur glows!<br \/>\nThe insect-youth are on the wing,<br \/>\nEager to taste the honied spring<br \/>\nAnd float amid the liquid noon:<br \/>\nSome lightly o&#8217;er the current skim,<br \/>\nSome show their gayly-gilded trim<br \/>\nQuick-glancing to the sun.<\/p>\n<p>To Contemplation&#8217;s sober eye<br \/>\nSuch is the race of Man:<br \/>\nAnd they that creep, and they that fly,<br \/>\nShall end where they began.<br \/>\nAlike the Busy and the Gay<br \/>\nBut flutter thro&#8217; life&#8217;s little day,<br \/>\nIn Fortune&#8217;s varying colours drest:<br \/>\nBrushed by the hand of rough Mischance,<br \/>\nOr chilled by Age, their airy dance<br \/>\nThey leave, in dust to rest.<\/p>\n<p>Methinks I hear, in accents low,<br \/>\nThe sportive kind reply:<br \/>\nPoor moralist! and what art thou?<br \/>\nA solitary fly!<br \/>\nThy joys no glittering female meets,<br \/>\nNo hive hast thou of hoarded sweets,<br \/>\nNo painted plumage to display:<br \/>\nOn hasty wings thy youth is flown;<br \/>\nThy sun is set, thy spring is gone?<br \/>\nWe frolic while &#8217;tis May.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ode On The Spring by Thomas Gray Lo! where the rosy-bosomed Hours, Fair Venus&#8217; train, appear, Disclose the long-expecting flowers, And wake the purple year! 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