Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
Thomas GrayRead
Bright-eyed Fancy, hov'ring o'er, Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe and words that burn.
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes the power of imagination and creativity in expressing profound thoughts and emotions.
In this quote, Thomas Gray personifies Fancy as a muse that inspires and ignites creativity, suggesting that imagination can evoke deep feelings and articulate ideas powerfully. It highlights the significance of artistic expression, where thoughts and words can resonate with intensity, leaving a lasting impact on both the creator and the audience.
In practice
During an art workshop, I used this quote to encourage participants to embrace their imagination.
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
Here rests his head upon the lap of earth, A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust, or flattery soothe the dull, cold ear of death?
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade! Ah, fields beloved in vain! Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow.
Any fool may write a most valuable book by chance, if he will only tell us what he heard and saw with veracity.
I always tell aspiring documentary filmmakers, 'You have to go into it because you love it; if you go into it for the money, you're an idiot.' The number one prerequisite is you have to be intensely curious. If you love learning and trying to make people figure out what makes people tick, it's the best job in the world.
I don't believe that a lot of the things I hear on the air today are going to be played for as long a time as Coleman Hawkins records or Brahms concertos.
Working in Hollywood does give one a certain expertise in the field of prostitution.
Failure in the theater is more dramatic and uglier than any other form of writing. It costs so much, you feel so guilty.
I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky.
The last time I saw her was red. The sky was like soup, boiling and stirring. In some places, it was burned. There were black crumbs, and pepper, streaked across the redness.
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