Not All That Tempts Your

I Shall Be But A Shrimp Of An Author.

Far From The Madding Crowd's Ignoble Strife.

Ah, Tell Them They Are Men!

Far From The Madding Crowd's Ignoble Strife Their Sober Wishes Never Learn'd To Stray; Along The Cool Sequester'd Vale Of Life They Kept The Noiseless Tenor Of Their Way.

Bright-eyed Fancy, Hov'ring O'er, Scatters From Her Pictured Urn Thoughts That Breathe And Words That Burn.