Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever . . .
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.
In durance vile 1here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.
A women can make an average man great, and a great man average.
Your lines, I maintain it, are poetry, and good poetry.... Friendship... had I been so blest as to have met with you in time, might have led me - God of love only knows where.
By Oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die!