Men Of England! Who Inheritrights That Cost

To Live In Hearts We Leave Behind Is Not To Die.

O Leave This Barren Spot To Me! Spare, Woodman, Spare The Beechen Tree.

Whose Lines Are Mottoes Of The Heart,whose Truths Electrify The Sage.

The Soul Of Conversation Is Sympathy

Beauty's Witching Sway Is Now To Me A Star That's Fallen-a Dream That's Passed Away.