Alas! regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come nor care beyond today.
And weep the more, because I weep in vain.
Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, / Beneath the good how far - but far above the great.
Brushing with hasty steps the dews away / To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Can storied urn or animated bust / Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? / Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, / Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Commerce changes the fate and genius of nations.
Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes; / Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.
Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, the rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife
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
Far from the sun and summer-gale, / In thy green lap was Nature's darling laid.
Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, / And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air
Full many a gem of purest ray serene / The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: / Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, / And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
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