Full many a Bill with confidence serene
Such Members to the House of Commons bear—
Full many a Bill thus brought them dies unseen
In wasted talking on St. Stephen’s air.
Far from the madding crowd’s ignoble strife
The few remaining Members crave to stray;
And hints of cool, sequestered vales are rife.
Or mountains, seas, and foreign cities gay.
Beneath these Hyde Park elms, this chestnut’s shade,
Where heaves the turf in many a flower-clad heap