Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.

In the evening, I walked alone down to the Lake by the side of Crow Park after sunset and saw the solemn coloring of night draw on, the last gleam of sunshine fading away on the hilltops, the seep serene of the asters, and the long shadows of the mountains thrown across them, till they nearly touched the hithermost shore. At distance hear the murmur of many waterfalls not audible in the day-time. Wished for the moon, but she was dark to me and silent, hid in her vacant interlunar cave.

And hie him home, at evening's close, To sweet repast and calm repose.

Daughter of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The bad affright, afflict the best!

One principal characteristic of vice in the present age is the contempt of fame.

Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come nor care beyond today.

Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!