Eternity Forbids Thee To Forget.

Oh, Christ! It Is A Goodly Sight To See What Heaven Hath Done For This Delicious Land!

I Should, Many A Good Day, Have Blown My Brains Out, But For The Recollection That It Would Have Given Pleasure To My Mother-in-law.

Italia! O Italia! Thou Who Hast The Fatal Gift Of Beauty.

On The Ear Drops The Light Drip Of The Suspended Oar.

When Age Chills The Blood, When Our Pleasures Are Past - For Years Fleet Away With The Wings Of The Dove - The Dearest Remembrance Will Still Be The Last, Our Sweetest Memorial The First Kiss Of Love.