When love could teach a monarch to be wise, And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes.
The still small voice of gratitude.
There are certain scenes that would awe an atheist into belief, without the help of other argument.
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.
A fav'rite has no friend!