Thomas Gray

In climes beyond the solar road.

In climes beyond the solar road.

Not all that tempts your wandering eyes
And heedless hearts is lawful prize,
Not all that glisters read more

Not all that tempts your wandering eyes
And heedless hearts is lawful prize,
Not all that glisters gold.

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.

Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield:
Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke:
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Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield:
Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke:
How jocund did they drive their team a-field!
How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!

While bright-eyed science watches round.

While bright-eyed science watches round.