And What He Greatly Thought, He Nobly

...if Fifty Bands Of Men Surrounded Us/ And Every Sword Sang For Your Blood,/ You Could Make Off Still With Their Cows And Sheep.

I Long For Home, Long For The Sight Of Home.

His Native Home Deep Imag'd In His Soul.

There Is No Fouler Fiend Than A Woman When Her Mind Is Bent To Evil.

Thou Knowst The Oer-eager Vehemence Of Youth,how Quick In Temper, And In Judgement Weak.