There are some feelings time cannot benumb, Nor torture shake.
By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see For one who hath no friend, no brother there.
Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.
My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.
They never fail who die in a great cause.
I loved my country, and I hated him.