His honour rooted in dishonour stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
Blow trumpet, for the world is white with May.
The woman's cause is man's. They rise or sink Together. / Dwarf'd or godlike, bound or free; miserable, / How shall men grow? - Let her be / All that not harms distinctive womanhood.
There's no glory like those who save their country.
That man's the best cosmopolite Who loves his native country best.
The still affection of the heart Became an outward breathing type, That into stillness past again, And left a want unknown before; Although the loss had brought us pain, That loss but made us love the more.