“What millions died - that Caesar might be great!”

“The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.”

“And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.”

“Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.”

“Never wedding ever wooing Still a lovelorn heart pursuing Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing Wed or cease to woo.”

“What millions died - that Caesar might be great!”

“For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.”

“Coming events cast their shadows before.”

“'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view and robes the mountain in its azure hue.”

“To bear is to conquer our fate.”

“'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view And robes the mountain in its azure hue.”