Whose Lines Are Mottoes Of The Heart,whose

An Original Something, Dear Maid, You Would Wish Me To Write; But How Shall I Begin? For I'm Sure I Have Not Original In Me, Excepting Original Sin.

The Prophet's Mantle, Ere His Flight Began, Dropt On The World--a Sacred Gift To Man.

Men Of England! Who Inheritrights That Cost Your Sires Their Blood.

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

The Patriot's Blood Is The Seed Of Freedom's Tree.