To brisk notes in cadence beating, glance their many-twinkling feet.
Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
A fav'rite has no friend!
Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time: The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw; but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night.
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.