Hide me from day's garish eye.
Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.
Virtue that wavers is not virtue.
A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold, And pavement stars,--as stars to thee appear Seen in the galaxy, that milky way Which nightly as a circling zone thou seest Powder'd with stars.
Lords are lordliest in their wine.
This is servitude, To serve the unwise.