To adore the conqueror, who now beholds Cherub and seraph rolling in the flood.
Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd.
Virtue that wavers is not virtue.
Every cloud has a silver lining.
A boundless continent, Dark, waste, and wild, under the frown of night Starless expos'd.
Let not England forget her precedence of teaching nations how to live.