What female heart can gold despise? What cat 's averse to fish?

What female heart can gold despise? What cat 's averse to fish?

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

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.

Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to mis'ry (all he had) a tear, He gained from Heav'n ('t was all he wish'd) a friend.

There are certain scenes that would awe an atheist into belief, without the help of other argument.

Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.