Ye Stars! Which Are The Poetry Of

Eternity Forbids Thee To Forget.

Mark! Where His Carnage And His Conquests Cease, He Makes A Solitude And Calls It-peace!

Cervantes Smiled Spain's Chivalry Away; A Single Laugh Demolish'd The Right Arm Of His Own Country.

She Walks In Beauty, Like The Night Of Cloudless Climes And Starry Skies; And All That's Best Of Dark And Bright Meet In Her Aspect And Her Eyes.

Christians Have Burnt Each Other, Quite Persuaded. That All The Apostles Would Have Done As They Did.