“So stands the statue that enchants the world, So bending tries to veil the matchless boast, The mingled…”

“The primal duties shine aloft, like stars; The charities that soothe and heal and bless Are scattered at…”

“For his chaste Muse employ'd her heaven-taught lyre None but the noblest passions to inspire, Not one immoral,…”

“For whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.”

“There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures…”

“Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod: They have left unstained what there they…”