France had shown a light to all men, preached a Gospel, all men's good; Celtic Demos rose a Demon, shriek'd and slaked the light with blood.
As the husband is, the wife is.
Better not be at all than not be noble.
Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
The white flower of a blameless life.