Poet
David Gray
1836–1888
English
- A vale of tears, a wilderness of woe
- And thus proceeds the mode of human life
- And, well-belovèd, is this all, this all
- Die down, O dismal day! and let me live
- Father! when I have passed, with deathly swoon
- From my sick-bed gazing upon the west
- From this entangling labyrinthine maze
- Hew Atlas for my monument; upraise
- If it must be; if it must be, O God
- Induction
- Last Autumn we were four, and travelled far
- Last night, on coughing slightly with sharp pain
- Lying awake at holy eventide
- Now, while the long-delaying ash assumes
- O God, it is a terrible thing to die
- O thou of purer eyes than to behold
- O winter! wilt thou never, never go
- October’s gold is dim--the forests rot
- Oh many a time with Ovid have I borne
- Oh, beautiful moon! Oh, beautiful moon! again
- Sometimes, when sunshine and blue sky prevail
- Sweetly, my mother! Go not yet away
- The daisy-flower is to the summer sweet
- There are three bonnie Scottish melodies
- Thou art wearin’ awa’, Jean
- Tis April, yet the wind retains its tooth
- Uplift in unparticipated night
- Whom the gods love die young.” The thought is old
- Why are all fair things at their death the fairest
- Wise in his day that heathen emperor
- With the tear-worthy four, consumption killed