For Beauty's Tears Are Lovelier Than Her

One Moment May With Bliss Repay Unnumbered Hours Of Pain.

Tis Distance Lends Enchantment To The View, And Robes The Mountain In Its Azure Hue.

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

How Delicious Is The Winning Of A Kiss At Love's Beginning, When Two Mutual Hearts Are Sighing For The Knot There's No Untying!

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