Liberty - Eternal Spirit Of The Chainless

I Am Acquainted With No Immaterial Sensuality So Delightful As Good Acting.

Romances I Ne'er Read Like Those I Have Seen.

They Say That Hope Is Happiness But Genuine Love Must Prize The Past; And Mem'ry Wakes The Thoughts That Bless: They Rose First -- They Set The Last. And All That Mem'ry Loves The Most Was Once Our Only Hope To Be: And All That Hope Adored And Lost Hath Melted Into Memory. Alas! It Is Delusion All-- The Future Cheats Us From Afar: Nor Can We Be What We Recall, Nor Dare We Think On What We Are.

When Falls The Coliseum, Rome Shall Fall; And When Rome Falls--the World.

Where Are The Forms The Sculptor's Soul Hath Seized? In Him Alone, Can Nature Show As Fair?