When love could teach a monarch to be wise, And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes.
Thomas GrayBright-eyed Fancy, hov'ring o'er, Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe and words that burn.
Thomas GrayWhen love could teach a monarch to be wise, And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes.
Thomas GrayBright-eyed Fancy, hov'ring o'er, Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe and words that burn.
Thomas Gray